She use to cook and sell platters when she was running her speakeasy, back in the day. I got enough cooking around here to do already." Shoog could cook her a.s.s off. The only time you come to see Shoog is when you need something," she said, pointing her finger at him. Entering the kitchen, he placed a bag holding a quarter kilo of cocaine on the table. There must have been at least fifteen people living in the three-story row home on the narrow one-way street of the 2200 block of Bouvier Street. One of Shoog's granddaughters let him in. He might not follow her instructions, but he listened.
By the time she was ready to choose, she had so many kids by so many different men and the streets had beat up on her so bad, she was considered not the marrying type. She could have had her pick of any of them, but chose none. Back in her day she ran a speakeasy and a gambling spot. Shoog was a little elderly lady he did business with. Quadir and Rasun cut through the park in West Philly to see Ms. "Yeah, she's not a happy camper." Ra grinned and gave Sahirah another $300, but she continued to grouse when Qua told her she would have to catch a cab home. "What happened to your hair, Sahirah?" Qua asked her, as she brushed by him going into the bathroom. Rasun and Sahirah were in a good sleep when Qua woke them up, knocking at the bedroom door. He went to the house where Gena had dropped off Sahirah and Rasun. Quadir was down in North Philly collecting the money everyone owed him. She wasn't about to listen to any more of his threats and accusations. And when he called back, she turned off the ringer. Jamal had lost his mind calling her with a whole bunch of bulls.h.i.t. If the things he were saying were true, it would cut her real deep, but what he was saying made her mad. She found a wellspring of understanding that told her it was because he was hurting. He accused her of everything under the sun, saying incredibly hurtful things. He cut her off and really let her have it. And I am not out in no street all hours of the night, either!" "Jamal, first of all let me tell you something, okay? I don't chase behind n.o.body. You and that Sahirah b.i.t.c.h stay out in the street all night chasing behind n.i.g.g.as. You're the one who stays out all night with other n.i.g.g.as. "Everything is my fault, right? You're the one who wants to be at every party on the East Coast.
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