He had his phone turned off and I knew he was laid up with some bitch. I dialed his sister's number. She lived in Stone Mountain with her husband and two kids. She sometimes knew where he was and she never hesitated to tell on his ass. "Hello," she said sounding like she was asleep. "Sorry Lia, but have you heard from your brother?" I asked. "Nope. He missin' again?" "You know how he do," I sighed. "Yanna, you know how he is. He probably laid up wit' some lil' chicken head. You know that shit, but you love him, so you stay wit' him," she said bluntly. That’s just how she was. She just didn't sugar coat shit and I couldn't get mad because she was right. "And you know how I am. I'm 'bout to fuck him and that bitch up! You know I'll find his ass," I said angrily. "Do what you gotta do Yanna. You a grown ass woman," she said. After we hung up I called Shamira and Princess. Thirty minutes later we were four deep in Shamira's 2002 silver Montero Sport. We scooped Maya up too.
