It was a Christmas gift." Franklin said."Gift my ass! We had to sell everything to move and even my clothes were sold. We had no Christmas that year. ...ot even a tree! My mother had to sell her body to get money for food and pay the rent! Julie said."Julie, you mother never had to sell anything to get money for rent or food. When she left she even sold all of the fixtures and appliances. It was a completely furnished apartment only three years old. I had to replace the stove, refrigerator, beds,. Two of the three had been out for the last week and the building super hadn't gotten them fixed yet.Well, an hour later my mom came back up with a load of wet clothes. She told me that the third dryer had gone out with a load of our clothes in it! Now we had no way to dry our clothes except to hang them up in the apartment and let them dry overnight. All of our underwear and ALL of her nighties were in the wash! After we hung as many things up as we could it was bedtime and I said, "Mom. “I didn’t look you up and drive out here to annoy your mother and lie to you.”“Huh,” she said as she sat back down. “Don’t worry about Mom, she’s just being protective. She must have sensed something good about you or she would have sent you packing.”They both chuckled. Claire asked Lonnie if he would like some iced tea. He accepted, assuming that was a good sign. She left, came back with two tall tumblers and placed them on the table between them, and sat down.“I’ve missed you,” Lonnie said,. A man driving around the seemingly empty yet busy streets. Busy with drug deals, scantily dressed woman walking around waiting for a car to pull over to them. The man scanning every one of them, looking them up and down slowly. He notices one standing distant from any of the others. She may be alone, but she seems to have a confident stance about her not usually worn by ladies of the night. He pulls up next to her.“Hey there sexy girl, working or taking in the sites?” the man asked.“The only.