After several months of finally working independently, some territorial trouble leads Luna to working for a pimp again. Only this time it's different...
Mya looks at me nervously from across the table. I asked her to come to dinner wit me, had to ask her god damn adoptive parents too. To see my own little sister.
"What did you just say? You finna get married?" She asks.
"Yeah, well she don't know it yet, but yeah I'm marrying her."
"What's the woman's name?"
"Luna," I answer "you'd like her."
She don't answer, she just looks at me. I used to be so close to Mya but she look at me differently now, I guess the tattoos and chains I wear tell her everythin she need to know. But that's the culture, ain't my fault she be looking caucasian, I ain't raise her to embrace that.
"Anyway," I say "how's school?"
"It's good, we've started looking into where I'm gonna go for college."
"Oh yeah?"
She nods.
"Where you wanna go?"
She looks at me all guilty. She wanna go far away. I know from just her face.
"As long as there's black peoples there." I state and she smiles, and it makes me smile.
"I know what you think of me." She says.
"Girl, you don't got a clue what I think," I reply "your parents minimise me, put me into a box, now you startin to see me within that box too. And you know what, you don't get to do that."
She sighs and looks at me. "I do wish things were different."
"Different how?"
"I wish circumstances would've let us be together the way we were, indefinitely," she takes a sip a her drink "but shit, I'm turning eighteen soon, I'll be my own person, and imma want you to be a bigger part of my life."
"I been waitin to hear that since they took you away from me."
"So tell me more about this Luna, what she look like?"
I show her a picture.
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