"Man I'm not mad cause that's what you doing. Get ya money baby, do ya thing."
"I'm mad cause you better than that. I'm not saying something wrong with being a stripper but damn, the whole city done seen ya body."
She sat on the arm of my couch looking at me with a blank stare.
"Ray I don't say nothing about you hustling? Which is worse. You possibly waking up and dying or going to jail? Or me shaking my ass for some cash?"
I shook my head. She actually got a point there.
"Omar yo boss right?"
She nodded her head.
"Go to a different club Taj. Don't ask questions just do it."
"What you mean don't ask questions? Why?"
"You won't understand. Go to a diff club or let it go."
"Stop hustling."
I looked at her crazy.
"That's how I get money Taj."
"How you think I get money Ray?"
I took a deep breath as I ran my hand over my face.
"Let's make a deal. You go get ya GED then when you get a job you stop stripping."
"Okay. If I do that, you already got your diploma right? You want to make money right? Go get a good paying plant job. Its plenty out here."
I thought about it and the only way she'll take my deal is if I take hers.
"Wait... How long this GED shit gone take?"
I shrugged my shoulders.
"We can go find out tomorrow."
She nodded as my phone rung.
Phone: Mrs. Stacey
"Hey Mrs. Stacey. How you holding up?"
"I'm making it Ray. Where's Taj?"
"She's right here."
"Y'all get to hospital soon. Quans up."
"Yes mamn, we will."
After hanging up I couldn't help but throw fist to the air.
My guy strong, I knew he was gone be good.
"Your brother up, let's go."
She grabbed her purse and we headed to the hospital.
I couldn't help but think of her working for Omar.
He must not know who lil sister she is.
And he doesn't need to find out.
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