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“Mhm.”

“Kiana.”

“What?”

“Don’t start.”

She rolled her eyes and walked toward her car.

I closed the door.

“Dad?”

I turned.

Henry was standing at the other end of the kitchen.

I looked at him.

He looked toward the side door.

Then back at me.

That deep-ass voice came out completely serious.

“Who was that?”

I picked up his plate.

“Nobody.”

Henry stared at me.

Then started laughing.

“Man, you full of shit.”

I laughed too.

“Sit your ass down and eat.”

After we ate, Henry looked over at me.

“You still hoop?”

I looked at him. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“Nigga, of course I still hoop.”

He laughed. “You old.”

“I’m thirty-six.”

“Exactly.”

I stared at him.