𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧.

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 thirteen

[𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝]










ABBY DIDN'T BELIEVE IT.

Couldn't believe it.

They weren't going to get a gun, no there had to be some other explanation.

Sure she had heard the stories. Everybody's heard the stories!

But to Abby the Solange in those tales was fictitious.

She wasn't the Solange she knew. Not her Solange.

Not the Solange that wore oversized teddy bear slippers, that always struggled to braid her own hair, and was determined to teach Abby how to skateboard despite Abby having little to no hand-leg-eye coordination. That Solange couldn't be the one that always tried her best to be there for Abby.

But as they sat silently in their Uber, the look in Solange's eyes when she told her what they were going to get kept reappearing in her mind.

Her brown eyes had been flat, not full of life like they usually were. Her face was completely blank. Abby had seen that expression constantly in public. But when it was just those two, the presence of Solange's singular dimple or her smile lines always were faintly present. Not then.

"You're serious," she mumbled.

"What?"

Speaking louder, "You're serious."

"About?" Solange turned from looking out the window to face Abby.

"Where we're going. About the g—"

"Great deal we're about to get at the store? I know, it's unbelievable but I'm serious, I saw the ad online. It's so good I wouldn't want anyone to tell any others about it before we could get it. It's unspeakable."

Abby got the hint and remained quiet the rest of their journey.

They were dropped off outside of an ordinary looking house. A granola mom had to live there. Granola moms in Wellsbury had guns?

Solange kept her from walking up the steps. "Come on."

"We're not going here?"

"No, we have to walk. Put your hood on."

"Why didn't we just take the Uber directly to wherever we're going?"

"'Cause."

The silence only lasted a few moments. Then, "So you're selling drugs again."

Solange snorted. "I'm not selling drugs."

"Why else would you need a gun? It's about your face, isn't it? One of your buyers attacked you?"

"Three men jumped me, now I want a gun. For protection."

"Three of your buyers."

"Not buyers."

"So you are selling drugs."

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