The only thing we did together was take care of Khari. On one particular evening, I was studying pictures of the street angles where the heist would take place while I ate stuffed bell peppers. I was in full concentration mode when Angelique walked up to the dinner table with her mouth all twisted up. “I can’t believe you. Why won’t you listen to me? You don’t need to rob that truck. You’re gonna fuck around and get locked up or killed.” I put my head on the table and sighed. Once all the air was out of my lungs, I sat up and looked at her. “I can’t believe you’re still trippin’ about this shit. It’s been a month, so let it go already. I’m doin’ it and that’s that. You need to decide what you wanna do. I can’t keep doin’ this roommate shit. Either you’re with me, or you’re not. I never tried to change you. I only asked you to keep it real with me and I keep it real with you. That’s it.”
