till she got herself smashed up on the 405 the very day I had finally decided to take the car keys away from her because her reaction time was so slow I was afraid she was going to kill somebody running a stop sign. If I had taken the keys away from her, then she'd be alive but she'd hate me for keeping her from having the freedom of driving a car. What good is a good daughter if the only way she can be good to you is make your life miserable?
It only means that I'll never have a son like him, or a daughter foolish enough to marry a man like him, and that makes me about as happy a woman as lives on Burnside, and that's saying something, because by and large this is a pretty happy street. People here got some money, but not serious money, not Brentwood or Beverly Hills money, and sure as hell not Malibu beachfront money. Just comfortable money, a little bit of means. And only a block away from Cloverdale, and that street have real money, on up the hill, anyway.
She only got into Baldwin Hills herself because the earthquake knocked this house a little bit off its foundation and her mama left her just enough money to get over the top for a down payment - a fluke. But she was happy here. These were good people. She'd watch them raise their children, and suffer all that anxiety all the time, and thank God she didn't have such a burden in her own life.
Chapter 3
WEED
Ceese saw Miz Smitcher looking out her window at him and saw how she was talking to somebody, and he knew without even thinking about it that the person she was talking to was his mother. "Maybe this ain' such a good idea, Raymo."
"What you saying, Ceese, you just getting scared."
"You never seen my daddy when Mama gets mad at me."
"Your daddy don't care if you smoke a little weed."
"He care a lot my mama gets upset. Whole house jumpy when mama get mad."
"So go on home to mama."
"Knows what? That you and me walking up the street with skateboards? Anybody want to look out they window, they know that. Ain't against no law."
"Miz Smitcher, she know."
"You tell her? That how she know?"
"You know Miz Smitcher! She just look at you, she know what you been doing for the last three days."
"Everybody know what you been doing, you been hiding under your bed, slapping the monkey."
"That's just dumb."
"You haven't figured out how to do it yet?"
"Too much stuff under my bed, nobody can get under there."
They laughed about that for a moment.
"I think Miz Smitcher, she call the cops," said Ceese.
"She call the cops on us, I just have to pay her a visit later."
Raymo always talked that way. Like he was dangerous. And grownups took him at his word - treated him like he was a rattler ready to strike. But in the past few months since Raymo's mom moved into one of the rental houses owned by Ceese's brother Antwon, they'd been together enough that Ceese knew better. Truth was, it surprised him that after all his brag, Raymo actually did score a bag of weed.
That was Ceese's problem now. It was easy to tell Raymo that if he scored some weed, Ceese would smoke it with him, because he thought it was like the girls Raymo was always bragging about how they liked him to slip it to them in the girls' bathroom at school or behind the 7-Eleven. All talk, but nothing real. Then he shows up with a Ziploc bag full of dry green leaves and stems, along with some roll-your-own papers, and what was Ceese supposed to do? Admit it was all fronting?
So now he had to think, was Raymo putting on when he threatened to do something bad to Miz Smitcher?
"Look, Raymo, Miz Smitcher, she okay."
"Nobody okay, they call the cops on me."
"Let's just ride down Cloverdale before the cops come and do the weed another time."
"You got it in your pocket, Ceese. You decide," said Raymo. But his smirk was saying, You chicken out this time, you ain't with me next time.
"I heard that," said Raymo.
"You spose to," said Ceese.
"You telling me I can't tell weed from... weeds?"
That's what I'm telling you all right. "No," said Ceese. "How would I know?"
"So you don't get high, you going to start telling everybody I couldn't tell weed from daffodils?"
"You