On Juju’s way back to the apartment, after leaving Rock’s house, she ran into Maggie.
“Hey, baby, you want a date?” Maggie asked a middle-aged, overweight slob.
“Nope, I got my own bitch at home. I don’t need to catch none of your diseases,” the man growled.
Juju heard what the man said to Maggie as she approached them. “Yeah, your bitch must be a real fuckin’ saint to put up with you. You’re a disgusting pig,” Juju thrust back at him.
Maggie started to laugh. “One day, you’re gonna get your ass beat, Juju. I’ve learned to ignore people like him. What’s going on? Did you see Seth today?”
Juju shook her head. “Haven’t seen him in five days. Thelma’s high most of the time. Seems like all the time now. They’ve been keeping him down in the basement.”
Maggie visibly cringed.
“Anyway, I had an idea and told Rock about it tonight. I’ll let you know how it goes,” Juju explained, smiling like a Cheshire cat.
“Are you going to tell me?” Maggie nudged her.
“Nope. Don’t want to get your hopes up. I ain’t got time to deal with your crybaby ass,” she teased.
“My crybaby ass, huh? Come on, tell.”
“Nah. If it works, you’ll know soon enough,” Juju said.