She couldn’t believe that Compton had gotten himself caught up and wasn’t for sure how things would turn out. Finally she saw Mabel’s lime green outfit making its way through the door. Calliope exhaled before she could thank God that Mabel had finally made it there. “Where the hell is my money?” Mabel came out of her face then extended her hand with her palm up. Calliope shot her a look and if she was anybody other than her great-grandmother by blood—and that was alleged—she would have cussed her out. But out of respect she didn’t. Instead she took a deep breath, bit her tongue, counted to five, then went into her Gucci purse and handed Mabel the two hundreds and a fifty-dollar bill. Mabel looked at the three bills as if something was wrong, and in her eyes it was. “Look, lil’ girl, run me my cash. Ain’t nobody got time to be playing with you. It’s too early in the morning for this mess and I’m going to mess around and miss bingo down here with this foolishness here!
