sure Mamaâs going to be home. I donât want him coming by, catching me alone. Expecting to be let in to wait. Being out is what I do anyway, but when it feels necessary like this, itâs sometimes harder to find things to do to fill the time.
Emmaleeâs gone off to do her homework and Patrice is nowhere to be found. Thereâs plenty going on at the playground, but Iâm not in the mood for any of it, so I skirt the park. Decide to take a walk instead. Iâm thinking of going to the clinic to see what Sam is up to. Itâs the very thing Emmalee and Patrice talk me out of doing on a day-to-day basis, but when theyâre not around I forget all the reasons why Iâm supposed to leave Sam alone.
Iâm headed that way when the mood in the street suddenlychanges. Just ahead of me, a shop door clatters open with little bells. Cherry steps out into the street, wearing one of her painted-on dresses. She pauses to light a cigarette. The guys hanging on the stoops start looking over their shoulders and nudging each other that way that they do.
Cherryâs body talks and the men around her listen. The sway of her hips is something magical. She glides along the sidewalk and their heads turn like clockwork. Half a block behind, I try to copy her movesâthe way her arm dangles over her handbag and the free wrist dances, flicking the ash of her cigarette. For a few seconds I become another kind of girlâno, womanâthe kind who canât and wonât be left behind by maturity or love or anything unnamed.
âMaxie?â Rocco says. âYou okay, girl?â
He steps out of the convenience store, landing a couple of paces ahead of me. I roll around toward him, hand on my tilted hip. âHi, Rocco.â
âYou look dizzy. Is it the heat? You need a drink?â
âYou buying?â I go for a low, husky, sexy voice.
âGrab a Coke on me,â Rocco says, frowning. He extends two fingers toward me, a quarter trapped between. âYou sound like you might be coming down with something.â
I straighten up, real casual, hoping thereâs no color giving away the warmth that flushes my cheeks. But I guess heâd only mistake it for a fever. I take the quarter and run inside.
The cool Coke hits the spot. When I step back onto the sidewalk, Roccoâs gone. So is Cherry, but I try the thing with my hips again anyway. What I need are shoes with a heel, I think. They add a little something extra.
I sashay my way down to the Panther office, wondering if Iâll find Cherry there. Sure enough, when I pop in the door, sheâs got her hips propped on the desk nearest the window, chatting up Slim, whoâs sitting at the desk and looking up at her like a fool grinning straight into the sunshine.
âHi, Maxie,â Cherry says.
âHey, sister,â Slim says, but his gaze is slipping toward Cherryâs southern real estate.
âHi.â I glide by them, straight to my usual station, where a large stack of envelopes and sheets of stamps sit waiting. I wet a sponge in the kitchen and set to work sealing and stamping.
Leroy, Jolene, Hamlin, and Lester are midconversation, gathered around the couch area. âAll Iâm saying is itâs a growing problem in Oakland,â Hamlin says. âThereâs always someone willing to take a payoff to pass on information. Especially when it seems like small things that wonât hurt anybody.â
âWhatâs your point?â Leroy says.
âThe point is, itâs a slippery slope. Information is power. Tidbits matter.â
âWe get that,â Jolene says. âSo what are they doing about it?â
âThatâs the thing,â Hamlin says. âTheyâre not sure what to do. Itâs not only the leaks. Thereâs also significant misinformation coming back into the ranks from the informants. Trying to confuse things.â
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