“Hey, Efrain!” She steps aside to let me in as I drag the bag behind me. “What you got in there?” Then Marlene notices my chancl’as. “You must be crazy, walking the streets in them sandals in this cold!” Ignoring her, I ask, “Mind if I wait for Nes in his room?” Claudia’s toddler Joshua races pas...
I’m waiting right here until she gets off the phone and gives me an explanation. That is, if I don’t get so mad I start crying. I’ve shed enough tears in this office. Don’t count on that promotion, homeboy, Nike warned me. Girls be sticking together. Especially those women’s lib types like Cookie...