“I’ll take the key back to the landlord.” She could deal with a small kitchen and living room, but she had to have a nice bathroom. It was her only necessity.
“This is the fourth one today. How many more are we going to look at today?” T.A. asked as she locked the apartment behind them.
“Just one more. If I don’t like it, we’ll have to come back another day.”
“We’ve made three trips to Knoxville. You sure Hammer wants to move? There has to be better apartments in town than what he’s sending you to.”
“He wants to move. It’s Mama who doesn’t. She calls Hammer all the time, asking him to talk me out of it.”
“Peyton’s ass will be waving good-bye to you before you admit to yourself she isn’t moving.” Sex Piston put on a large pair of blinged-out sunglasses.
“She’ll move.”
“Bet she won’t.”
“What do you wanna bet?” Killyama tilted her head, considering her offer.
“The shoes Lily lent you.” The black lens of the sunglasses turned toward her.
“No.” Those were her shoes. Lily had finally stopped asking for them back. She had already taken grief from her as payment for not giving them back.
“You don’t need them anymore, and I do. Stud gives me a little something extra when I wear them.”
She firmly shook her head. “Pick something else.”
“Then the beer cozy. That had to be cheap. Stud—”
“No.”
“Damn, bitch, nothing else you have is worth betting on.”
“I’ll bet my bike that Mama will move to Knoxville.”
Sex Piston lifted her sunglasses to rest them on her head. “You’d bet your bike, but not a pair of heels or a beer cozy?”
“Sure, why not? I know she will. Think about it while I go take the key back.”
The bitches were already in the car when she came back outside. Sex Piston must have decided not to bet her because she didn’t mention it again.
They didn’t even get out of the car to see the last apartment, driving past without stopping in the sketchy neighborhood. After that one, Killyama decided to take the reins for her apartment search.
“Hammer said it was up and coming.”
“Yeah, they come up to see it and run.” Crazy Bitch rolled her window down, waving at a homeless man who was carrying a sign asking for work. He was going from car to car at the red light with an empty milk jug, asking for donations. One look at Crazy Bitch brandishing her Taser, he backed off, as Killyama was trying to get her money out of her wallet.
“Stop that. I was going to give him some money so he could eat.” Killyama blew the horn to try to get him to come back.
“There’s a liquor a store a block back. Just go there and buy him a bottle; save the fucker a trip.” Crazy Bitch hung out of the window when he tried to approach them again.
Killyama heard zapping coming from the back seat as Crazy Bitch tried to scare him off again. Then, as the light turned green, she saw the homeless man picking up a rock to throw.
“If he hits my car, you’re paying for the window.”
“Sucker couldn’t hit the side of a barn.” Crazy Bitch scooted up until she was hanging over the center console. “Sex Piston, hand me her wallet. She can give me the five dollars I saved her.”
“Crazy Bitch, if I pull over, you’re riding back to Jamestown in the trunk.”
They drove back to Jamestown after stopping for lunch. She dropped Fat Louise and T.A. off first.
Killyama looked at Sex Piston when she received another text messages. Sex Piston had been getting them for the last thirty miles.
“Is Stud texting you so much because we’re running late?”
Sex Piston and Crazy Bitch were going to the Destructors’ clubhouse, where they planned to hang out for a while. Stud was supposed to have met Sex Piston there twenty minutes ago.
“Stud and Lily,” Sex Piston explained. “I promised Rocky’s and Star’s hand-me-downs for the church store. They’re in my car. I was supposed to drop them by this morning, but you were bitching at me for being late to meet you. Stud’s mad because he’s hungry, and he wants to go out to eat.”
Killyama frowned as she parked behind the club. “Why can’t you just take them by her house tonight or in the morning?”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell her.” Sex Piston waved her phone in front of Killyama’s face. “Lily said that the mother she had promised the clothes to is supposed to be there in an hour. The lady doesn’t have a car, and a friend is bringing her to town to pick up the clothes. Lily says the woman can’t be back to town for another week.” Sex Piston gave a long suffering sigh. “I’ll go inside and tell Stud to go without me. It’s our date night.”
Crazy Bitch was already shaking her head. “Don’t look at me. My ass is already numb from riding in this back seat.”
“I’ll do it,” Killyama offered. “It won’t take long. You can get me a to-go order.”
“I can do that. What do you want?” She held her hand out for the money.
“Where are you going?”
“Stud promised me the Green’s Steak House.”