snapped. âYou be lettinâ Teck talk to me any kinda way.â
âDonât worry. Iâve been getting on him about his mouth. Iâm sorry, baby.â He unfolded her arms and placed them around his neck as he moved his arms around her waist. âIâma make it up to you.â
âIâve heard that one before.â
âYou like your new car, right?â
âYeah, and Iâm worried about folks asking about my new car. I just made sergeant last week.â She smiled.
âSo?â He kissed her on the neck.
âSo, people are wondering how I got a Benz so soon.â
âDonât worry about that.â He ran his hands through her auburn hair. âI love you, girl.â
She kissed him. âIâm ready to leave Selma.â
âI know that, baby.â He continued to play in her hair. âSoon enough. Soon enough.â
* * *
No sooner than Fe-Fe stepped foot in the drug rehab program did she turn around and come back out. âIâma try to do this on my own,â she said to Teck as she got back in the car. âThem niggas in thereââShe shook her headââis some real goddamn crackheads. And if thatâs how I look, I know I gotta kick this shit.â
Teck burst out laughing. âCome on, Fe-Fe. Letâs go home. I tell you what: If I catch you gettinâ high, Iâma kick yoâ ass.â
âI can do it, Teck,â Fe-Fe assured him. âI just need somebody to believe in me.â
âWell, I believe in you.â
The first thing Teck made Fe-Fe do when they got back to her house was clean up. The house was just plain nasty, and it didnât make any sense.
Once she finished cleaning, he sat her down and said, âI like you a liâl bit. You seem like you could be cool. But I ainât fuckinâ you until you have an AIDS test. I donât give a damn how good you look. AIDS donât have a face.â
Fe-Fe sucked her teeth but reluctantly agreed. âYou gonna go on the block?â she asked, not knowing, exactly what to say to him.
âWhy?â He shrugged his shoulders.
âBecause if you want to . . . you can sell from here. I can get the word out through the grapevine that you holding . . . and then you wonât have to be all out in the open. Itâs just an idea, but I guess you gotta go see your girl or something.â
âThe first rule of the street,â Teck said, pulling Fe-Fe on the couch next to him, âis you can never get high off your own supply.â
âWhat the hell is that supposed to mean?â she snapped.
âIt meansââHe leaned over and kissed her on the foreheadââthat if you fuck with my shit, weâre done. And then Iâma kill you.â
âShut up. Why you talking dumb?â Fe-Fe said. âI already told you that I ainât gonna get high no more.â
âAâight, liâl bit, weâll see . . . and another thing: I donât have a girl.â
Fe-Feâs face lit up. She smiled and hugged him tight.
* * *
Two weeks passed, and Tom-Tom was still nowhere to be found, Tammy was in Atlanta with her aunt and her kids, Monica and Anshon were kickinâ it hard, and Teck and Fe-Fe had locked down the block. Anshon was the connect, Teck cut up and distributed the weight, while Fe-Fe held the dough. Fe-Fe never asked Teck for anything extra. She took her AIDS test as promised, and most of the money that she and Teck made, she took her cut and sent it to the cousin who took care of her twin boys.
Teck and Fe-Feâs sales were coming in like clockwork. Every fiend in Selma seemed to be knocking on Fe-Feâs door, and nobody ever thought anything of it. At most, they thought that Teck was getting high with Fe-Fe, which was why he was there all the time. A few people noticed that Fe-Fe was starting to gain weight and was looking much cleaner, but her being sober was the last