To the Entertainment ...

Bernice had left about fifteen minutes ago. Moses carefully entered the living room to find Elizabeth conked out on the couch. Moses gave her credit. Even with every introduction of Black culture in her life, she was still a responsible mother. He was supposed to have arrived fifteen minutes prior.

BET was blaring on the TV. A forty-ounce of malt liquor was completely consumed on the table in front of her snoozing frame. There was a half-smoked pack of Black and Tans in her purse, and she'd managed to finish off another joint of the harsh weed Moses had procured. He looked at her beautiful frame, those big tits, that luscious face. What did they say, he thought. If you loved something, set it free. He'd give her the option, but only into a smaller cage.