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By Tip 'T. It rocked our little apartment in Conway Court; rocked our whole neighborhood; rocked my world and flipped the script on our lives. After that morning, just two months before my sister and I turned sixteen, nothing was ever the same.

At first I thought it was a terrorist attack. But why the hell would terrorists be launching attacks on niggas on the west side of the ATL? Moms helped Slim with his bookkeeping.

I liked that. I liked being inside the smoky club with the black leather booths and plush ruby-red carpet. But Moms would never allow me in there when the place was packed. Moms knew better. She said Slim was always good to her, but Moms wanted to do better. Moms went to night school to learn bookkeeping so she could buy me and my sister, Beauty, nicer clothes. Moms put money away in our college fund. Moms always said she was raising me to be a polite Southern gentleman.

People said Moms was the only woman Slim respected. Everyone respected Moms. She mentioned something about going over to see Slim. Just last night Moms had made us dinner. Just last night Moms had helped us with our math homework and read out loud from the Bible. Moms was a young woman, healthy and strong. She probably just went shopping. Moms was fine. The heat was incredible. Fire trucks, firemen, cops, folks milling around, everyone trying to figure out what the fuck had happened.

Beauty ran over to the firemen and started asking questions. The fireman directed her to a cop. She put her hand over her mouth. She started screaming. I ran over there. After that, my brain went blurry. Riding in the cop car. Sirens screaming. Arriving at the ER. Running through the hospital. Looking for doctors. Talking to nurses. Gone where? I asked. Gone back to where she was born in Alabama?

Gone where, motherfucker? I started hollering. Must be another woman. My mother went shopping. Not that time of morning. The doctor put his arm around me. I pushed him away and screamed even louder. She looked up at me and asked, How we gonna live without her? How are we going to make it, Power? Relatives and friends called. Relatives and friends came by.

The crib was packed when we got back home. Seeing other folks weeping and sobbing was too much. We told them that we appreciated their concern, but we needed to be alone. That night, the first night without Moms, Beauty slipped into my bed. She was crying so hard her body was shaking.

She had Asian eyes, Asian skin. Mom had adopted her five years ago when we were both eleven. But she was still my sister. Moms always said, You gotta watch her back, boy, not her backside. And never forget it. But at times I did forget it. I took me more than a few peeks in the keyhole when she undressed at night. And I caught her taking more than a few peeks at me coming out of the shower.

Sometimes—well, more than sometimes— most times when I jerked off, I saw Beauty in my mind. In my mind, I did everything to Beauty to make her scream out my name. But that was fantasy. When it came to reality, I did what Moms told me to do. She had come to my bed.

She needed to be held. I needed to be held. We needed to do something to make this new and horrible fear go away. The fear was all over us. I had never tasted her mouth before. It was soft, sweet. I pressed my lips against hers. I felt her tongue touching mine. I felt her opening her heart, her mind, her soul.

But the horror and the confusion of losing the most important person in our universe had turned our universe upside down. The person who made sense of the world, the person who kept us safe, the person who gave us the rules was no longer there.

The rules were no longer there. In our confusion, our pain, our fucked-up fear, we faced each other that night in bed. We did what we had longed to do. It was not the first time for Beauty, and it was not the first time for me. But it might as well have been.

It was crazy. We had teased and taunted each other to the point of tears. For five years we were rivals. I had fallen into a dream. I was loving Beauty in a dream. In a dream, we were doing everything we had long dreamed of. The dream was real. Our reaction to her death now seemed like a nightmare. Those were the first words of the first person who showed up at our doorstep the day after the night everything changed. Your mama was my best friend.

I treasured her like a precious jewel. We were in the front room of our small apartment. Beauty was sitting in front of the television, staring at a blank screen. It was a hot day, and she was dressed in cutoff jeans and a T-shirt. He had a belly on him.

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By Tip 'T. It rocked our little apartment in Conway Court; rocked our whole neighborhood; rocked my world and flipped the script on our lives. After that morning, just two months before my sister and I turned sixteen, nothing was ever the same. At first I thought it was a terrorist attack.

Tip "T. He is the founder and co-chief executive officer of Grand Hustle Records, and he launched his film company, Grand Hustle Films, in He lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with his wife.

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Вот бы побывать здесь вместе со Сьюзан. - И, разумеется, Христофора Колумба? - просиял лейтенант.  - Он похоронен в нашем соборе. Беккер удивленно посмотрел на. - Разве.

Кругом стояла тишина, и эту тишину вдруг нарушил чей-то голос. Кто-то звал. Он попытался оторвать голову от пола. Мир кругом казался расплывчатым, каким-то водянистым. И снова этот голос.

Он узнал также и о том, что его заместитель просиживает на службе до глубокой ночи и может не выдержать такого напряжения. Несмотря на разногласия со Стратмором по многим вопросам, Фонтейн всегда очень высоко его ценил. Стратмор был блестящим специалистом, возможно, лучшим в агентстве. И в то же время после провала с Попрыгунчиком Стратмор испытывал колоссальный стресс. Это беспокоило Фонтейна: к коммандеру сходится множество нитей в агентстве, а директору нужно оберегать свое ведомство. Фонтейну нужен был кто-то способный наблюдать за Стратмором, следить, чтобы он не потерял почву под ногами и оставался абсолютно надежным, но это было не так-то. Стратмор - человек гордый и властный, наблюдение за ним следует организовать так, чтобы никоим образом не подорвать его авторитета.

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Ты очень бледна.  - Затем повернулся и вышел из комнаты. Сьюзан взяла себя в руки и быстро подошла к монитору Хейла.

Единственным освещением в шифровалке был разве что свет звезд над их головами, едва уловимое свечение проникало также сквозь разбитую стеклянную стену Третьего узла. Стратмор шагнул вперед, нащупывая ногой место, где начинались ступеньки узенькой лестницы. Переложив берет-ту в левую руку, правой он взялся за перила.

Он немного постоял, наслаждаясь ярким солнцем и тонким ароматом цветущих апельсиновых деревьев, а потом медленно зашагал к выходу на площадь. В этот момент рядом резко притормозил мини-автобус. Из него выпрыгнули двое мужчин, оба молодые, в военной форме. Они приближались к Беккеру с неумолимостью хорошо отлаженных механизмов. - Дэвид Беккер? - спросил один из .

 Да, сэр, мы внесены туда как агентство сопровождения.  - Да-да, я и ищу спутницу.  - Беккер понял, что совершил какой-то промах.

 - Он задумчиво посмотрел на.  - Я являюсь заместителем оперативного директора агентства.  - Усталая улыбка промелькнула на его лице.  - И потом, я не. Рядом со мной Сьюзан Флетчер.

Подняв глаза, он увидел старика с усыпанным родинками лицом, который стоял перед ним, намереваясь пройти. Беккера охватила паника. Он уже хочет уйти.

Джабба понимал, что ВР текущего кризиса со всей наглядностью объяснит то, что он хотел сказать. - ВР! - крикнула Соши, усаживаясь за компьютер в задней части комнаты. На стене ожила связанная с компьютером диаграмма.


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