Chapter 121
Soya clutched her mouth and giggled, until her shoulders trembled, probably because she knew that I didn’t work no damn where.
I had basically turned into a habitual liar, concocting one intricate lie, after another.
Too Low thought that I’d developed a sudden case of carpal tunnel, ending my braiding hustle.
After struggling to get enough cleaning jobs to secure steady income, I was forced to get an actual job.
And that job had me working the weekends.
I was allegedly trying my hardest to find something with a better schedule, but these were our circumstances.
Plus, that make-believe job was the reason that he had to call collect at certain times.
And I usually went to bed super early, after working long hours.
I often pulled doubles, after recklessly going through a lot of my stash.
So, I couldn’t talk on the phone too late.
“Okay, okay. Did you talk to your boss about getting a weekend off?” Too Low wanted to know.
It had been months since I’d been to visitation, and he’d been pressing me to make some things happen.
“Yeah, I told him, but it looks like the only way to come see you is to call off, and I don’t wanna make a habit of that.”
“I hear you, but this is fucked up, baby. I’m so used to seeing your pretty face. We barely talk. You always at work. That’s why I’m just praying for the best, when I come up for parole review in a few months. That’s our only hope. Cause this shit is for the birds.”
“I know, right? Makes you not never wanna come there again, huh?”
“I’m definitely gonna be more careful this time around. Move smarter.”
“And get a job, right?”
“Aww, main. There you go. Babi, you already know that I gotta get on my feet. Let me do that, and then we can discuss doing it another way.”