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Oct 2021

               About To Pull Up

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About To Pull Up. Have My Sons Ready — Shantey reads the recent text from the contact under Cornball East, robed in her satin Victoria Secret robe, fresh out of the shower and her unruly curls damp, her eyebrows scrunched in confusion with a smack of her lips.

               Glancing at her bed, perfectly made silver and plum colored bedding set, one year old Ameer sleeps in the middle of her bed with his favorite Paw Patrol plush blanket before quickly leaving her room, her plush fleece house slippers scrubbing the floor.

               Shantey entered the other bedroom, Cruz in only his underwear, and playing FortNite.

               "Cru, didn't I tell you to bathe?" She asked, walking to his closet and opening the double door. "Your dad will be here—" before she could finish, the doorbell rang around her seven thousand square foot Calabasas home.

               "See what I mean?" She shook her head, tossing an outfit on his twin-size mattress. "Go ahead, Cru. Now."

               "Dang it, Mom." Cruz tossed his controller to the side just as his towels were threw on his face. He pulled them off and asked, "What about Ameer?"

"I bathed him before bed; what I told you to do. Go now."

               Cruz raced out of his room with his towels as Shantey shut his closet doors, picked him out a pair of shoes; black low top All Star Converse, and start to leave his bedroom when she ran into Dave out in the upstairs hallway.

               "I thought I told you have em ready?" Dave asked as soon as he locked eyes with her two-toned ones.

"And I thought we agreed to meet at your hotel? Not you come to my house." Shantey quickly remarked, walking by him, in route to her bedroom, and he followed.

"We did," he remembered. "But you always comin' to my shit, invadin' my space. Why not come to yours?"

Rolling her eyes, Shantey switched topics. "Cru is bathing real quick. Ameer has a small fever. It's nothing to worry about. I have his medicine in his bag. The instructions are on there so it shouldn't hard for you to do or mess up on."

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