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shop, she would not be able to get it out of the pawn.
     
    When Lena looked up, all she saw was the end of the manager shaking his head “no” to the worker with the gun. Remembering her mommy’s instructions to “waste em ,” she did what she was told. She pointed the gun at the manager’s chest and opened fire. Wock . Wock .
     
    She was shooting like the kid that she was. She missed the first shot, but hit his shoulder on the second try. From what she saw in movies, once somebody got hit with a bullet, they usually died, so she felt satisfied about what she had just done. She just knew that she had wasted him and that there would be no more issues coming from him. But she also knew that her mommy had told her to be out of there in no longer than 2 minutes. It was 2 minutes already, so she ran over to grab the bag of money and ran out of there as quick as possible.
     
    When she turned her back to start running, the man on the floor with the gun stood up and pointed it at her. The other workers at the pawn shop saw him and closed their eyes. They were already in tears because a young black girl had come in there and shot the manager, and they were about to be even sadder now that the girl was about to lose her life.
     
    But before he could squeeze, the manager shouted from the floor. “Clifford!” Clifford looked down for a second at the manager while keeping his aim. “What Dad?” Clifford asked, his voice trembling in anger.
     
    The manager shook his head again. “Leave it alone son! I told you that already. There’s a time and place for everything, and we don’t want to be known as the pawn shop that kills people. The girl barely hit me. I mean… I’m thinking that the bullet grazed across the edge of my flesh and kept moving.” Suddenly he thought about how thin the walls were, and wondered if one of the bullets may have traveled through it and hit someone in his wife’s beauty shop. He sincerely doubted it; someone in that shop would have been one hell of an unlucky person to catch a stray bullet through the wall.
     
    Clifford put the pistol down slowly, but he took his worker’s tag off and put it on the counter. “I’m about to go tell Mom what happened, Dad. I’m sure she’s over there trying to figure out what the commotion and noise over here is all about.”
     
    He walked out of the pawn shop and into the beauty shop next door. As soon as he entered, he knew something was wrong. There was a circle of women crowding around a chair, and the only thing that he could think of was Noooo !!! I know that bitch didn’t hit my Mom!!!!
     
    He fought his way through the circle of women who were standing there in tears and disbelief. “Let me through, let me through!” He shouted as he cleared the circle one by one until he could get up to the chair to see if it was his mother or not. When he reached it, the body was slumped over in the chair sideways, and at an uncomfortable angle. The hairdressing cape was still around her neck, so it was unclear who she was since he only saw hair… and the hair was just like his mother’s. He took a deep breath, and then reached down to tilt her body and head up so that he could see who it was. A cold chill ripped through him when he placed his hands on her arm. It was a chill so cold, that it felt like death blew it. He held her arm without moving it for a while. Feeling the temperature of her body, and knowing the seriousness of the situation; he closed his eyes and said a prayer before he looked down to see whose face it was. After his prayer, his mother tapped him on the shoulder with tears leaking slowly down her face.
     
    When he opened his eyes and saw his Mom, he felt a sense of relief. But it was only temporary. His mother fell to the floor crying and screaming. For a second he was dumbfounded; he didn’t have a clue as to why she was causing so much commotion. Then he moved over so that he could stare into the face of the victim. His heart