A limousine waited at the corner of 7th and Market Streets. Kareem and Andre hopped in. Andre was greeted by hugs from Tasha and Jean-Mary. It had been over a year since either of them had physically touched him. It was a beautiful thing and something that Tasha would cherish for life. She was glad to have her man back, and prayed that that mistrial was declared and she could have her son raised by his father.
The limo driver tapped the let down the window that separated him from his clients and asked, “Where too?”
“Just take us home. To the Wyneva Street address,” Kareem said.
“Yes, but we have to make a stop. I have to thank someone for today’s events,”
“Who is that?” Tasha asked.
“Ok, where at?” Kareem asked before Dre could answer her.
“Leah’s. It’s on South Street,” he said looking squarely at Kareem.
“Leah!” Tasha said and pulled away from Dre. “You’re kidding right? You get out of jail and the first place you want to go is to see that bitch.”
“Don’t be cursing in front of my grandmother,” Dre said and stared at Tasha hard.
“My ears are deaf. She has a point. You walk outta jail and the first thing you wanna do is go see some harlot. Totally out of line,” Jean-Mary said and folded her arms.
“Grandmom, it ain’t even like that. I just want to go and thank her.”
“Thank her for what?!” Tasha screamed.
“For helping me. I mean us,” he replied.
“I don’t know that bitch,” Tasha snapped.
“Neither do I,” Jean-Mary said. “Hmph.”
“How the hell she help you Dre? I’ve been up to that jail every damn week. How she helping you Dre? How?”
“She paid off the fucking judge. How else do you think I am here on bail? That was her in the courtroom the entire time. She’s Judge Martin’s deputy courtroom clerk.”
Jean-Mary looked at Kareem.
Kareem said, “Yes. Just before Dre was arrested he asked her to find a judge that we could buy. As luck would have it, our case was assigned to the judge that she has been a clerk for for some time.”
“This is very fucking interesting,” Tasha said. She was irked. Was she supposed to allow him to go see some bitch that he was having sex with on the side to thank her? “She and the judge have been paid and that is thank you enough for her services.”
“I second that,” Jean-Mary said and tapped the driver’s window. She told him, “We’re going to the house on Wyneva Street.”