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asleep,” Patti said, grabbing her purse.
    â€œNo I’m not, mom. I promise. Ple-e-ease,” Tracy pleaded.
    â€œNo! Get your jacket and bag. I am not taking you with me,” her mother persisted.
    â€œAw, see, I was gonna be good, too,” Tracy said with a long face.
    Patti chuckled. “You’re a trip, girl.”
    They walked next door, hand in hand.
    â€œBeth, I’m gonna let her spend the night, because I don’t know how long I’m going to be out, and she’s only gonna mess up my date. Is it okay?” Patti asked.
    â€œSure,” Beth told her. “We’re not going anywhere. I haven’t been out, except for the movies, in a long time,” Beth said with a grin.
    â€œWell, girl, you better do something before you start to rust in here.”
    Tracy ran up the steps to play in Raheema’s room.
    â€œWhat are you doing here?” Raheema asked her.
    â€œMy mom said I could spend the night.”
    â€œShe did? Y-a-a-a-y! We can play all night then,” Raheema cheered.
    â€œNo we can’t, ’cause Mr. Keith gon’ make us go to bed,” Tracy argued.
    Raheema piped down. “I know. But we can play when he thinks we’re sleeping,” she plotted.
    â€œWhere your sister at?” Tracy asked her.
    â€œIn her room, sleeping.”
    They went into Mercedes’ room. Mercedes was stretched out. She reminded Tracy of Snow White. Tracy decided that maybe Mercedes had been dreaming about boys and needed a kiss to wake her.
    Tracy looked into Mercedes’ face. It was expressionless. Mercedes did not toss and turn, make noises or anything. Her hands were firmly grasped around her pillow, as if she had fallen asleep thinking of holding someone.
    The two little ones left and went back to Raheema’s room.
    â€œShe pro’bly dreamin’ ’bout a boy,” Tracy said.
    â€œYeah, that ugly boy who was out there talking to her,” Raheema responded.
    â€œNo, it’s not him, Ra-Ra. Mercedes don’t like him.”
    â€œWell, that’s the only boy she talks to.”
    â€œYou don’t know, Ra-Ra, ’cause you don’t see who she knows in school.”
    â€œSo, she probably don’t talk to nobody in school.”
    â€œShet up, ’cause you don’t know nothin’. You still a baby,” Tracy snapped.
    â€œI’m older than you. My birthday is before yours. Now!” Raheema retorted.
    â€œSo, Ra-Ra, you still act like a baby.”
    The two faced off, and neither would back down.
    â€œYou can’t beat this baby,” Raheema challenged.
    â€œYou wanna bet?”
    Tracy slapped Raheema in the face. Raheema tripped on her toys and bumped her head on her low-leveled bedpost. She immediately screamed out in pain.
    Keith, just in from work, ran into her room, followed by his wife.
    Beth catered to her daughter. Keith looked to Tracy for an explanation.
    â€œWhat the hell is goin’ on in here?” Keith asked, sternly.
    Tracy cringed, but she hinted a smile. “We was fighting.”
    Beth noticed Tracy’s gleeful expression and said, “You could have hurt her real bad, Tracy. That’s not funny.”
    â€œI’m sorry, Ms. Beth. I just got mad, that’s all.”
    â€œWell, where the hell is Mercedes? She should have been in here watching them anyway,” Keith shouted.
    â€œShe, she in her room, sleeping,” Raheema stuttered, wiping tears from her eyes.
    â€œShe’s sleeping?” K eith asked, baffled. “Is she sick or something?” he asked his wife.
    â€œNo, but she’s been sleeping all day,” Beth answered.
    Everyone followed Mr. Keith into Mercedes’ room to see what was wrong with her. Keith clicked on the light and woke her up. Beth, Raheema and Tracy looked in from the door.
    â€œWake up, girl! Are you sick or somethin’?”
    Mercedes wiped out her eyes with closed fists. “No,