now, when I get off the bus from school.â
âYeah? I must not have been working those other times,â Eddie says.
If it was anyone else, Iâd think he was reading me, but from what MJ has told me, Eddie didnât just fail in college because he was a slacker. He probably believes me and really thinks he wasnât working those times, even though this is his regular shift.
âYou have any Bubble Yum?â I ask. âI wanted to buy some for MJ because Iâm always mooching off her. You know what her favorite flavor is?â
âReally? Iâve never seen MJ with gum.â
Heâs right; it is a bad cover story. Heâs reading my habits and my liesâIâm way off my game. Thanks to Marco messing with my head. And my heart.
âIt was only once or twice I bummed off her. Itâs not like she has a Bubble Yum addiction or anything.â
âWell, I know she likes grape slushes.â
âYou know MJ pretty well, donât you?â I say, finally getting the opening I was so ineptly looking for. âThings must be going great for yâall, huh?â
âOh yeah, me and MJ are definitely tight. I never thought sheâd be my kind of girl, her being all roughneck and everything. I was chasing pretty girls around campus and didnât know what a real woman would be like.â
Unbelievably, he says this all dreamy-like. I suppress a smile.
âMJ is about as real as it gets,â I say, putting the pack of grape gum, two protein bars, and Lanaâs twenty on the counter.
âYeah. Ainât nothing pink and frilly about her. You never know what you want until it hits you.â
â It hits you? You mean likeââ
âNah, man . . . itâs like . . . you know,â he says.
Like most guys, he fumbles the four-letter L word like it canât possibly relate to him, so I let him off the hook.
âRight, I know. And MJ wonât ever hear it from me,â I promise as he gives me my change.
On my way out, I give Crazy Moses the protein bars. Iâll probably regret it the next time I see him when Iâll have to explain why I canât give him free coffee or Power Bars now.
âYou can pay me back when you have a little extra,â I tell him, hoping heâll remember I said it and wonât expect freebies whenever he sees me. I know heâll never have a little extra. Some panhandlers probably make more than I ever did at Treets, but Crazy Moses isnât one of them. People generally cross the street to avoid him; he scares off too many people to actually make any money.
âNot to worry,â he says and nods, taking the bars. Iâm never sure what this means because, outside of demanding money, food, or coffee from people, Iâve never heard Moses say anything but those three words. He says them all the time, whether heâs pushing his cart up the street, panhandling on the corner, or sitting on the sidewalk in front of Seoul BBQ enjoying someoneâs donated leftoversâyouâll hear him repeating those same three words over and over. I always figured he was trying to convince himself, not the rest of us, but sometimes I wonder.
I should take Mosesâs advice, but thatâll never happen. Right now, Iâm worried about MJ. Either sheâs lying about things between her and Eddie not being serious or the poor guy is completely deluded. The way he kept looking all stupid-in-love whenever I mentioned MJ, that delusion theory is not improbable. But there are other ways to get information than from the source, and sometimes theyâre even more reliable than the source. This is especially true when a would-be informant thinks of gossip as a sport and sheâs training for the gold. On my walk home, I call in a pizza order and then text Tasha to come over for a slice in about fifteen minutes.
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Before I go home, I make a stop at Ada Crawfordâs house, the weight of