A Moment of Silence: Midnight III (The Midnight Series Book 3) by Sister Souljah

Author:Sister Souljah
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Atria/Emily Bestler Books
Published: 2015-11-09T23:00:00+00:00

18. FRIENDS • A Reflection

“We should autograph this wall,” Ameer said.

“Man, straighten up your block,” Chris criticized him. “We get paid to build the owner’s wall. We almost done. Now you wanna tag it up, put your name on it! Damn, you could take the nigga out the ’hood, but can’t take the ’hood out the nigga,” Chris joked him. Me and him both laughed, but Ameer didn’t.

“First this brother shows up in his Izod and Stan Smith kicks talking tennis. I can forgive him. He lives in Brooklyn Heights. Then today, you been talking about ‘Let’s go take horseback riding lessons.’ How many New York cats you know riding around New York on a goddamn horse?” Ameer asked me.

“True,” Chris jumped in. “The cops, some of them ride horses,” he added.

“It’s a skill,” was all I said in reply to Ameer’s complaints.

“Maybe, but what you gonna do with that skill? We ain’t gon’ be no cops. That’s dead! So what else we riding horses for?” Ameer asked me.

“Maybe one day I’ll buy a thousand acres of land, and we can ride horses out there on my land,” I said casually.

“Fuck that. Me and you live in the Brooklyn projects. We about balling, Hustler’s League. You in or out?” Ameer asked me, flipping topics.

“I’m in,” I told him, laid-back like it wasn’t nothing to me.

“Word!” Ameer got excited. “How’d you pull that off? I’m saying, shit just be going your way nice and smooth. No other cat could walk off the court for more than a month and just show up at playoff time six weeks later, except you.”

“You don’t want me to play?” I asked him straight-faced. “Scared?” I taunted him. “Can’t take the heat?”

“Man, we can leave this wall now and run one,” Ameer challenged me. “I been on the courts daily perfecting my game, lining my pockets, getting ready to take the League titles and eat up all da cash.”

“Nah,” I said. “Work first, play later. But I’ll run one with you, why not?”

“That’s not how we do it,” Chris chimed in. “It’s us against them, us against them. Not us against us.”

“Whose ‘them’?” Ameer asked.

“It don’t matter,” Chris said. “If you hitting the courts every day, we should be with you. As long as we us, them could be any fucking three guys. Long as we three stick together.” He silenced us with those words. It felt real. Even Ameer had to flow with it. “And as far as the horseback riding lessons, I’m down. It’s something new and different. How much does it cost?” Chris asked me.

“I got you,” I told him. “I’m not gonna charge you nothing for going along with my idea.”

“Aw that’s sweet, you two going riding in them funny pants?” Ameer asked.

“We riding denim,” I told him.

“Something tells me the girlies would like that shit,” Chris said.

“What, a nigga on a horse?” Ameer asked.

“A young strong brother like myself on a horse. Ameer, you better get up on it,” Chris challenged him.

“If you paying, I’ll show up.

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