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like this here.” Jamaica whirled, and extended her arms into the air. “Three stories of shopping, all within walking distance of the hotel.”
    â€œAnd don’t forget about the weather,” LaChina added. “Virgin shopping centers that we haven’t pillaged yet, and all of it being done while wearing comfortable sandals.”
    They were Fendi sandals, of course. The girls wore comfortable, plain, yet expensive Prada sack dresses, and disguised themselves using designer hats and sunglasses. Jamaica wore her gorgeous, silky hair in a long ponytail, which hung well below her shoulderblades. Her clunky, suede, Dutch clog sandals, along with the mall’s ambiance, made her feel as though she were on a secret European shopping spree.

    â€œSay, T, are you ready, top blaze?” Savion asked.
    â€œYeah, just let me pay for this CD real quick.”
    Savion and Tameer approached the counter together. When it was Tameer’s turn to be waited on, he pulled a crisp twenty-dollar bill from his tattered, black billfold and handed it to the clerk. She took the CD, and using a special key, removed from it the bulky, white, plastic protector that was used for theft prevention. After adding up his purchase, and securing his receipt, she rubbed the CD case against a magnet so that it would not trigger the alarm in the metal detector that surrounded the exit door. Handing Tameer his receipt, she also handed him her telephone number and a smile.
    â€œThank you,” was Tameer’s only reply.
    â€œI get off at nine,” she told him.
    Tameer nodded, turned, and walked out the store.
    â€œSay, T, she was flirting with you like a mother!” Savion told his brother. “Why didn’t you spit game at her?”
    Tameer shook his head. “Man, I wasn’t even paying attention.”
    Savion motioned back toward the store. “Shit, let’s go back.”
    Tameer waved her off. “Naw, let’s go over here to this clothing store.”
    Tameer took a deep breath, and then exhaled forcibly. He thought silently about his situation. He had been paying attention to the girl’s gestures, but he knew that even if he did want to ask her out, she would laugh at his car. Besides, he couldn’t afford to take her to much more than a movie, and he would never have been able to take her to his home. It had been for all these reasons why he had limited his dating to girls inside of the courts—girls, who were just as limited in their finances, and those who understood his situation. Savion thought his response was for another reason.
    â€œYou still tripping about Dawshanique, aren’t you?” he asked.
    Tameer shook his head, denying his brother’s accusation.
    â€œNaw, I’m not worried about her,” he lied.
    â€œThen what is it? Is it over Anthony getting killed?”
    â€œYeah, but more than just that,” Tameer told him. “A lot of things. Sometimes I wish that I would have played football, that way I could have gone pro this year. You and Dad wouldn’t have to be in the Courts living through stuff like that. Damn, Save, I don’t want nothing to happen to you.”
    â€œT, quit tripping. Football wasn’t what you wanted, you made the right choice. Pops rode you, like he’s riding me right now. I don’t even know if that’s what I want to do. If he ever heard me say that, he would kill me. Let’s just keep this between us.”
    Tameer nodded, and offered his brother a smile.
    â€œOh yeah, did I tell you?” Savion asked. “FSU offered me a full scholarship yesterday.”
    The news made Tameer laugh. He placed his arm around his younger brother and pulled him close. “How many does that make?”
    â€œFourteen full scholarship offers, and three partial ones,” Savion answered.
    Tameer shook his head and smiled. “You ain’t gonna pass me.”
    â€œTo hell I won’t!”