The Poker House Page #4

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hooker live up in the garage?

Where are y'all

fixin' to move to?

No! Just me.

I'm moving.

Oh.

How you gon' do that?

Well, I talked

to my school counselor,

and he talked to

Child Services,

and they say they gon' put me

in a foster house.

A foster house, huh?

Yeah, a big one over on the north side.

'Cause you know only them rich

folk can afford foster kids.

Mm-hmm.

My brother's kids got

took to a foster house.

Old man

f***ed every one of 'em.

Forget you, Meatball!

That's a fib.

Well, anyways,

I'm waitin' to hear from 'em.

These things

take time.

Damn, big girl.

You think you can get me one

of them new foster houses?

You're too old.

You have bad habits.

Goddamn it!

Uh-huh! See?

You're apin' and clownin', and you

done dropped your damn bottle.

F*** you, Popeye.

What I done told you about

cussin' at me, junior?

I will cut your ass

in half...

and hide the knife

in your big ass.

You gonna cut me in half?

Yeah, yeah.

Hey, Popeye, what you got?

You got yourself a chain saw?

Didn't know it was gon'

be like this, did ya?

This is a killin' knife!

Killin' knife?

Yeah!

Who you killed lately?

Ain't killed nobody in years,

but I'm 'bout to start today.

Come on. Here's your target.

You see this move? I can do this move.

What you do now?

Come on and get a little piece of this.

You want some of me? Here's a target

for you, Popeye! Come on, buddy!

You don't want nothin'

about me, baby.

I'm a crazy motherf***er.

F*** every-f***in'-body.

Good morning.

La-La and them liked

to got my ass busted.

I told that b*tch not to f*** around,

but she wanna go start some sh*t.

This should do you

till the first.

I told her, don't go in

there messin' with Darryl.

She tellin' me she

can handle it.

Talkin' 'bout,

"I can handle it. "

I'm tellin' her,

"No, you can't handle it neither. "

Look at you.

You look like Chaka Khan.

Only you little,

and you ain't got

no ass.

- Your mama here?

- She's asleep.

- Duval come around this morning?

- Yep.

He say he was

looking for me?

Nope.

- Ooh!

- What?

Oh, man alive!

Needs titties, baby girl.

Look in there

for some boots I got ya.

I'm going to bed.

What happened to La-la?

She in department store jail.

And that's just what she get for messin'

with Darryl, gettin' in his face.

What?

La-La standin' in the middle of

the motherfuckin' parking lot.

Arms full of stolen sh*t.

Questionin' Darryl about who

the f*** he was with and when.

Get the f*** out!

Darryl blew his little whistle and

they came and got that b*tch.

I tried to talk to her, but

she wasn't havin' none of it.

Thinks she knows

so goddamn much.

Well, she handlin' it now.

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