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Take risks. If you win, you’ll be happy. If you lose, you’ll be wiser.
“I didn’t say this to you – and I won’t bother making your death look like an accident if you claim I did – but… I’ve known him a good length of time. Enough to know that once he’s yours… he’s yours, and you’ve got a good thing. Don’t fuck it up.”
“Well maybe your headstrong ass needs a translator,” he barked, glaring down at me. “Letting you keep your job – saying something. Getting you in that tournament – saying something. Running up in another nigga’s house like goddamned Batman – saying something. Not walking away from this irksome conversation – fucking saying something. It’s not my fault if you aren’t listening.”
“I made myself clear to you last night… and I don’t like repeating myself, Red.”
“It was always personal. And don’t ask me why. I don’t know why, it just is.
While it could be an actual conversation between my father and I, with my mother, you shut your ass up. She had the questions and the responses, saw past, present, and future, and wouldn’t think twice about hurting your grown ass feelings.
“I mean, since you insist,” she interrupted, flipping her long French braid back over her shoulder. “You rushing down to meet her, after her win… it’s cute. I like seeing you like this.”
“Trademark of someone who’s used to being taken advantage of. You refuse to go back, and refuse to do it to anyone else. Probably why you have a hard time handling someone not expecting anything in return when they do something nice for you – you can’t help wondering about the balance.”