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projects,” Malika said seriously.
    “There’s easier ways to getting outta the projects than busting your brain with those books and paying the government back for the money you had to borrow to get the ball rolling in the first place. Chicks like you hustle backward, Malika. You’re pretty and smart, so it wouldn’t be nothing for you to find somebody willing to lighten that load of yours and take you up outta here, you just gotta know how to go about it.”
    “Jada, you’re twice as pretty as me and you’ve been in these projects all your life,” Malika pointed out.
    “That’s by choice, baby-boo. I’ve lived in plenty of places, but it ain’t nothing like my projects. Look, my whole family is here so Iain’t never got a problem with a babysitter, and the fact that I ain’t gotta pay no light and gas frees up money for other shit.”
    Malika thought on it. “But don’t you get tired of all the bullshit that comes with living here? Scar and his boys play the lobby twenty-four/seven and if I had a dollar for every time the hot water was cut off or the elevators were broken, I’d be a rich woman. I’m not knocking what you’re saying, Jada, but I don’t think I could spend the rest of my life living off the mercies of Public Assistance and this jacked up ass housing system.”
    “Now hold on, little Ms. Sunshine.” Jada placed her hands on her hips and looked at Malika seriously. “I’ve worked different jobs since I was eleven years old. Even when I got pregnant with my son I had a gig downtown stuffing envelopes. I’ve given the state enough of my time and money, so it’s only right that they return the favor. For as long as the state is knocking out the bulk of my rent I ain’t gotta do much other than rest and dress,” Jada said with a snap of her fingers.
    “I feel you, Jada, but I’d still rather go get it than have it given to me.”
    “Which is why ya ass is broke and man-less now,” Jada teased her. “But on the real, I ain’t mad at you for the moves you’re making, Malika. If I had as high a tolerance for bullshit as you do then I might not be out here living by my wits now.”
    “It ain’t never too late, Jada.”
    “Yeah, but I think I’m gonna have fun with it for a while. Let me take my ass upstairs so I can lie down. I ain’t been to sleep in almost forty-eight hours.” Jada yawned.
    “Do, you and I’ll catch up later. You still gonna be able to style my hair tonight?” Malika twirled a hand full of her locks.
    “Yeah, as long as you come by at a decent time. I heard my cousin is in town and I’m trying to catch up with her before she breezes again.”
    “I ain’t seen Gucci in a minute, what’s up with her? Does she still date that rapper?” Malika asked.
    “Yeah, she’s still all wife’d up to that psycho muthafucka. Cuzo sure picked a live one with him. I don’t even try to understand their relationship, but I’m loving the benefits she gets from being a superstar’s wifey. I’m trying to get her to hook me up with one of them cats, and it ain’t necessarily gotta be a rapper. The way them niggaz from Big Dawg get money I could probably do pretty good for myself with one of their hype men.” Jada laughed.
    Malika shook her head. “J, I don’t know how you balance your kids and this rock and roll lifestyle of yours.”
    Jada winked at her. “It’s an art, baby. Maybe one day when you come up for air outta them books I can give you a lesson or two.” Jada rubbed Solomon’s cheek as she passed him. “Bye, cutie.”
    “Imma holla at you later, Ma.” Solomon blushed.
    “Boy, bring your thirsty ass on.” Malika pulled him by the arm to the bus stop.

Chapter 3
    Jada walked up the avenue, sucking her lollipop and switching her ass hard enough to dislocate her hips. She turned the attention of just about everyone she passed, including the females. As she cut down the path en route to the stairs leading to her building she spotted two local stoop