“Hey, cuz,” remarked D’Lon.“What it do, nigga,” Lee-Ron grinned.“Shit, man! Come on in!”“Thanks, bruh! You like deez bitches?”“Yea...! They’re thick!”“Y’all get changed,” commanded Lee-Ron.“They can go to the bathroom over there,” pointed D’Lon.“Y’all heard my nigga! Go change,” bellowed Lee-Ron. He turned to his relative and asked, “What made you want some ass?”“Saw some shit tonight that turned me on,” admitted D’Lon.“Dats wassup! You drankin’,” asked the dope man.“Yeah! I got some brown.”“Me. The first day on the bus he sat with Marilyn Creidy and for some reason I almost flipped out. I got mad, sad, restless and decided I hated the blonde bitch. It was wrong, it was irrational, but it was the strongest emotion I’d had since the first day I wore my bikini. I wanted to throw myself into the small gap between them on the two person seat. And I couldn’t figure out why I felt like that.He announced one day that he was taking Marilyn to the movies then the mall food court. I thought my. Why can’t I have my fun here too?”“You like him, don’t you.”“Like whom?” she tried not to smile.“You know perfectly well who, Mr. Hayward and I’d say it’s more like you’re in love with him.”“Whatever gave you that impression?” she asked, attempting to hide her smirk.“Because of the way you’re acting now and the way you are around him.”“He’s happily married. We’re just good friends,”“Haa, good friends, my ass! Mom, I know you and Mr. Hayward are fucking and I’m cool with it. At least he treats. Jin was curled in the corner with his arms wrapped around his knees his entire body racked with sobs. ‘Was that my fault? Do I need forgiveness for that?’ He finally noticed his nails raking across his flesh and the blood. ‘If I must pay blood for my sins can I not pay with my own?’ He pulled his hand away from his arm staring at the blood on his own fingertips and finally collapsed to his knees. ‘Isn’t this good enough?’ Neither one of them was sure how long they remained silent nor could they.