'Man, you GOT to come clean.' Terrell said. Jamal gave Terrell a shove, and he stumbled laughing towards the curb.
'What you got to be trading on?' Terrell asked. 'I got a busy life! A man needs help with shit like that. 'Cleaning? What? You paying someone to clean that raggedy ass broom closet of yours?' Terrell said, smirking incredulously. 'Will you shut up, T? All right, someone offered to help me do some cleaning round the place. 'You take in a roommate? I don't know how you can do that, place as small as your's. It was mid-summer, and heat radiated from the old buildings and off the sidewalk. The two walked down the street, skirting the hop-scotching girls. 'Shit.' Jamal said, slinging his bag over his shoulder. 'Who's spying? I can't walk past your window anymore? Maybe you should rope it off with some of that yellow police tape.' 'What the fuck you doing spying on me anyway, dog?' Told you to stay off of that PCP shit.' Jamal said, bending over to retie his shoe. 'I know you got somebody in there, Jamal.' Terrell said, buttonholing his friend on the steps of the building.
