Chapter 14
around this time, and lately you been out on that porch, barely listening when I talk.”
Gazing around, my eyes landed on the oversized pictures of us that lined the wall behind our sectional.
One photo was of us, dressed alike in Burberry in the club.
Another was a selfie of us, outside, with the sun beaming right on our faces.
Then the last picture was of us at Hermann Park on the famous hill.
Too Low had insisted that I get those pictures enlarged, and showcase them for everyone to see, as soon as they entered our home.
Although I thought that the pictures would probably be more aesthetically pleasing in the hallway or something, I’d caved, giving my man what he wanted.
Still, I tried to give it some pizzaz, as I’d used gold frames to compliment the blue and gold décor throughout the apartment.
Me and Too Low had been living together since I’d first gotten the approval for my apartment, nearly ten years ago.
I’d gotten this apartment when I was eighteen and had maintained it.
After living here for about three years, Too Low’s hustle had elevated, and he’d moved us into a home.
Wisely, I’d kept my government apartment, just in case things fell apart, which they eventually did.
Too Low got locked up when I was twenty-three.
He ended up doing two years. Six months after his sentence, we realized that it was best that I move back into the apartment and save money.
I think that after having a nice home in the burbs at such a young age, I no longer had ambitions of leaving my rent-controlled apartment behind.
Instead, I realized that I needed to make the system work for me, and whenever I did decide to move again, then it
would be into something I actually owned.
So, me and Too Low had been living what some would call a ghetto fabulous life. He hustled. Had a nice Cadillac Escalade. Had an overflowing closet. We ate out a lot. Literally used the spare bedroom for the abundance of clothes we had, and I’d had