EVERYBODY PLAYZ THA FOOL, Episode 47
 
At about 10 AM later that morning, a carpet installation van pulled up to Athena’s condo, and three workers got out with a huge roll of carpet. They knocked, then opened the door, and began to go to work almost immediately. Within about four hours’ time, they completely re-carpeted the unit, and then they removed the old carpeting and placed it in the van. They took the old carpeting to a waste management facility with an incinerator, placed the old carpeting inside, then one of them fired up the incinerator. They then headed back toward the office.

As they headed back to the office, one of the burly carpet installers sent a text message to Day which read, “The house is clean.”

“Good,” Day replied back, and he then knew that Athena’s body would never be found. He then made a call to the club, and Blu picked up the phone.

“Get ‘J’ ready, I’m on the way,” Day said to Blu. “You know the deal.”

“Ain’t nothin’ but a word, Playa - I'm on it!” Blu answered back, knowing fully well what Day wanted him to do. “How you want him?”

“Laid out,” Day answers. “He’s gonna get a little ‘Jenny Jones Make Over’…”

“Word?” Blu says. “This ought to be FUN! I hate that greasy little muthafucca anyway!”

“Huh huh huh,” Day chuckled, then hung up his cellphone as he drove toward the club. Just gotta make one little ‘pit stop‘…

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When Day finally reached the club and walked into the office, he found Blu sitting behind the desk, Jonas bound in a metal chair with his arms chained behind the back of the chair, and his legs bound by rope on either side of the chair, in the middle of the office in front of the desk. Lenny was seated on the opposite side of Jonas. There was one other man, one of Poppy’s trained bodyguards, also in the room posted near the door.

“I’m glad you finally got here, Homey,” Blu stated. “Dis muthafucca been buggin’ the shit outta us wantin’ to know why  his ass is tied to the fuckin’ chair, and I was about to put his punk fuckin’ ass to sleep again!”

“Whoa, good thing you didn’t, B!” Day stated. “You know we need his ass WIDE AWAKE to handle all our business TODAY - just like Pop instructed…”

“That’s the only thing that saved his monkey ass,” Blu said again, looking at Jonas disgustingly. “Sorry-ass muthafucca!”

“Hehehe, ok - time to get down to business!” Day stated. “And we gonna settle ALL BUSINESS - every last drop of this shit - TODAY, so I don’t want ANY interruptions, you feel me, my dude?”  Day directed the last part of that sentence to the bodyguard, who was instructed NOT to let anyone in or out of the office unless summoned.

“I gotcha, Man, no doubt - I'm on it!” the guard stated. “You need me in here or outside the door?”

“Go on outside, and I’ll holla and  let you know what’s up,” Day said, and with that, the guard stepped outside the door and stood his post.

“Now you two, just watch & listen - you ain’t gonna believe most of this shit, B!” Day said to Blu and Lenny. Jonas was still twitching around in the chair, trying to loosen himself from the binding, but to no avail. He instinctively knew the end was near and he was trying desperately to figure a way out of this, but he only had ONE hope, and he had been lucky so far…

“What’s up Jonas?” Day said sarcastically.

“How the fuck you THINK I’m doing, strapped to this goddam chair?!” Jonas asked wildly while breathing heavily. “Why ya-ya-y’all got me strapped to this fuckin’ chair? What the fuck did I do to y’all? I came to y'all for HELP!!”

“Help?” Day inquired. ”What kind of ‘help’ did you need from us? And WHY in the hell did you need this ‘help’?”

“Awww, Man!” Jonas almost yelled. “I told Blu I came here because Sheila and I found Stacy on the floor all shot-up, and that she needed HELP - and to also show him that I DID NOT shoot her! I wanted Pop to know right away it wasn't ME!”

“But when I asked you if she was dead or alive, you couldn’t answer me,” Blu chimed in. “And why the fuck would there be any QUESTION as to whether YOU shot her or not? Y‘all had some kinda beef or somethin?”

“So what you sayin’, Jonas?” Day asked. “You pop up in here and can't tell my man if Stace is DEAD or ALIVE?  Sheeeiit, sound like you coppin’ a plea to me!”

“As usual sounds like you tryin’ to save your OWN two-times, too-slick ass!” Blu said again. “This shit’s not makin’ any sense at all…”

Jonas, scared and exasperated, said, “OK, ok… I admit I came here to save my ass, that’s true - I just said that! But mainly I wanted to tell Poppy that Stacy was shot, and that me and Sheila found her, and she needed help BAD!!”

“Now we gotta rewind this shit a lil’ bit,” Day said. “I thought you and Sheila had broken up?” He then paused for a second then continued his questioning. “So why were the two of you even together?  And WHAT were the two of you going to see Stacy for?  And believe me, you got ONE SHOT at the  FUCKIN’ TRUTH, Jonas… or YOU'RE GONNA GET A TUNE-UP LIKE YOU AIN'T NEVER SEEN BEFORE!!”

“Well, Sheila and I were getting back together so that we could raise Stacy’s baby…” Jonas started to say nervously.

“Come again?” Blu asked incredulously. Lenny’s eyes popped wide open after hearing what Jonas said as well. “Last I knew, Sheila hated yo’ black ass, after the way you treated her… so why would she agree to do THAT?!?”

“Aww, Blu man… Lenny… - y’all ain’t heard SHIT’ yet!” Day said, still trying to fully grasp what he had recently learned. “Just sit back for the RIDE and listen to this shit…!!”

“You said that you and Sheila were getting back together to raise the baby?” Day shot back at Jonas. “Well, that ain’t exactly what I heard…” Day took a slight paused as he slowly walked in a circle around Jonas as he interrogated him.  “I heard that Stacy was gonna have the baby and give the baby to Sheila to raise. And that the two of THEM were gonna raise the baby!”

“I also heard that you and Stacy had a BIG beef because YOU wanted to raise the baby, and Stacy refused to give the baby to you,” Day continued. “Now just WHO is telling me the TRUTH?!” Day stood directly in front of Jonas as he asked this, and looked him squarely in the eye.

“I’M TELLING YOU THE TRUTH, MAN!!” Jonas nearly screamed. “Sheila and I are getting back together so we can raise Stacy’s baby together, the TWO OF US… because that baby is MINE!!”

“WHAT THE FUCK??!!??” Blu shouted in utter disbelief. Both he and Lenny nearly fell out of their chairs when they heard Jonas say it was HIS baby. “You mean to tell us that Stacy’s baby is YOURS?!? That YOU are the fuckin’ FATHER?!?”

Just at that moment, the door to the office flew open - and Poppy stood there, big as day and in the flesh! Everybody in the room was stunned…  Poppy was BACK!! Poppy then stormed in the room, and as Day moved over, Poppy stood directly in front of Jonas and bellowed,

“WHAT IN THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE??!!?? Did I fuckin’ hear you RIGHT??!! Did I just hear you say that Stacy’s baby is fuckin’ YOURS??!!”

Jonas pissed his pants right there in the middle of the room. NO ONE knew that Poppy was home, nor that he was going to be a part of this little meeting - except for Day, who went to pick him up right before this little gathering.

Sheila, who had also come along with Day and Poppy, stepped into the room right behind Poppy and quickly but quietly sat down in a chair in a far corner of the room, as much out of sight as she could possibly muster. She hoped to herself that she was out of everyone’s mind for the moment. She knew the truth had to all come out TODAY, and she was still extremely fearful of the consequences of everyone’s actions, all of which would also be handled - TODAY.

Poppy DID NOT PLAY when it came down to settling business - and she was surely involved.

Poppy continued to glare at Jonas, waiting for an answer to his question. After a long pause, Jonas finally recovered enough to answer,

“Yeah, Pop - Stacy’s baby is mine. I am the father!” Jonas actually felt a bit relieved to say that in front of everyone; the secret was finally out. But he also knew he might not see another day with this revelation, especially the way it all came about…

“I heard everything in here through the intercom at the bar, and I just can’t BELIEVE this shit!” Poppy said, stunned and bewildered. “I really can’t believe this…

“And why am I the fuckin’ LAST ONE to KNOW?!?  SOMEBODY better do some fuckin‘ explainin‘ in here RIGHT THE FUCK NOW…!!!”
 

 
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Are We Really Living The 'DREAM'?

Forty years ago in 1968, Dr. Martin Luther King delivered his 'I HAVE A DREAM' speech, which both electrified and infuriated Americans everywhere, depending on how one viewed the struggle for Civil Rights.
Dr. King stated in his dream that he prayed for the day that his children would be judged NOT by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character.
Do YOU think we are truly living Dr. King's dream after having elected and inaugurated Barack Obama, a Black man, as President of the United States?  Why or why not?
I have definite opinions about this, but will reserve my statements for now... I want to hear what YOU think!  Ladies and Gentlemen, you now have the floor...
 
 

This is a REPOST of a blog I wrote back in the summer (AUGUST, 2007), and I think it's time the message were repeated...  Please feel free to comment and REPOST yourself!!  This NEEDS to Be Repeated.... AGAIN and AGAIN...

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My passion within

Grows for you with each passing hour

Seeking to fulfill your wildest dreams,

Your deepest desires my mission to devour

My heart has been caged so long

Yearning to reach out and touch

The one who holds the ultimate key

To all that I am, whom I yearn for so much

I don't know what to say

Nor am I sure of what to do

The magic of that moment seems so close

But also so far away, the day I will finally taste you...

I must admit that I'm constantly in a battle

Do I please my flesh or God, this spiritual warfare

You know my body craves you more each day

But the love of my God carries greater care.

This I must say to you, my dearest,

That when I give of myself it is forever

Don't you see that I care for you so much

I want to protect your soul, so fire will not destroy it ever?

Can't you see that if I can deprive myself of you

The only man I truly crave more and more each day

Once we are together as one, no other will ever touch

That which belongs to you, whom I love in every way?

It is simply not enough to love the man

To whom I pledge my life to be my head

But to love Christ, Who shall always be front and center

And to Whom we both shall obey, and follow His mighty lead.

Welcome to the FORTY-SIXTH Episode of our Original Weekly Production of ’Everybody Playz Tha Fool’ on MySpace!  I want to thank everyone, especially all my Friends and Subscribers, for their time, input and support of this project, and I value your continued support in striving to provide you with quality entertainment. Your comments and feedback are welcome as always at the end of the performance.

You are invited to sit back, relax, and enjoy the show!

Michele Green, aka RM Green, Author
’EVERYBODY PLAYZ THA FOOL’, and the upcoming novel,
’SHE COULD HEAR THE SILENCE’, and Production Crew:

Terance ’Easy Tee’ Williams, Associate Producer, and Terri ’Bama Girl 4 Real!’, Copy Editor

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EVERYBODY PLAYZ THA FOOL - Episode 46

          When Day had hit the Florida state line, he knew that he was within just 30 minutes of Jacksonville. He had already had another bodyguard pick Sheila up from the hospital, take her home and stand guard until he arrived. She would be his first stop before anyone knew he was back in town - minus Poppy.

          In fact, he didn’t want ANYONE to know where Pop was… he felt he would get more honest answers to his questions if they knew the element of ’surprise’ may be lurking…

          In the meantime, Poppy called Day on his cellphone at almost the exact moment he had reached the state line…

          "Yo, B… I got someone I need you to check out for me, ya feel me?" Poppy stated. "Did you know that that crazy bitch had a sister in the muthafuckin’ military? She could very well be the one with stones enough to try to knock off me and the family, Playa!"

          "What bitch, Homey?" Day asked. "You talking ’bout Chance’s mom?"

          "Yeah, B!" Pop answered. "I completely forgot about that gung-ho Hoe!! Chance brought the bitch up after I saw a picture of a woman I barely recognized in Pat’s house, and wondering who the fuck she was. Come to find out, she’s a Gunny Sergeant in the Marines, and apparently skilled at combat and stationed out in Germany… she didn’t come to the memorial even though Pat summoned for her to come since she was the only family she could reach out too. See if you can find out where that bitch is and holla back - she may be our number one, for tryin’ to push Stace’s wig back. Chick’s name is Athena DelGado…"

          "Word, B?" Day answered, taking all this information in. "Good lookin’ out, Playa. A definite startin’ point! Muthafucca, you just CAN’T stay relaxed and enjoy your family, can you? Hard-headed muthafucca…you!"

         Poppy chuckled, then said, "I AM enjoying my family - but as ALWAYS, I gotta stay a few step ahead, B. Keeps me out of the bone yard and the pen - this is ME and my FAMILY we talkin’ about!" Poppy answered. "CAN’T NOTHING happen to me OR especially to my Seeds… We are better than the best and SMARTER than the rest. I’ll be DAMNED to let any BITCH OR NIGGA try to take me out or remove me from my family again!! They just DON’T KNOW who the FUCK they’re dealin’ with… "

          "But they are DEFINITELY ABOUT to find out!!" Day replied. "I feel ya, B!! I’m on this bitch like a hemorrhoid, seriously about to be a pain in her muthafuccin’ ASS! I’m out…B!"

          "Later," Poppy said, and both men hung up their cellphones.

          I think I may need to call in someone with some real ’special talents’ on this one, Day said to himself, and picked up the cellphone to make a call…

          "Yayi, Baby?" Day said into the cellphone when a female voice answered. "I need you, Ma!"

          "Yeah?" the female voice responded seductively.. "I need you too, Papi!"

          "Awww, YEAH Mami!" Day responded excitedly, but his demeanor quickly changed. "But I also need you on a ’professional tip’, too… how soon can you get to me down here in Jacksonville?"

          "You left already, Daddy?" Yayi inquired, noticing the now-serious tone of his voice.

          "Yeah Baby - emergency situation," Day said. "But I need you and your ’special services’ to be here with me A-SAP…"

          "I’m there in a few hours, Baby!" Yayi replied. "Down in Miami on a photo shoot, about to wrap now. Where do you want me to meet you?"

          "It’s too dangerous to have you meet me any place in particular ," Day said. "Just get here and contact me the USUAL way… and I’ll give you the next move, OK? As far as paper goes, I gotcha covered… just get here!"

          "You know how I roll, Honey, anything for you - I’m on my way," Yayi said, excited and eager to get to use her ’special talents’ once again…

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          A nurse walked slowly towards Stacy’s room with gloved hands, a protective face mask, and a filled syringe on the medicine tray in front of her. She calmly walked toward the door and the huge bodyguard at the door stopped her and said,

          "Where’s your name badge, Sweetheart?"

          "Oh, I am so sorry," she said with a thick West Indian accent. "Me musta left it on de nurse’s sta-shun! Me just came out of surg-ree and me had to change me clothes quick-lee..."

          "Well I am sorry, but unless you have ID I can’t let you in this room," the bodyguard said. "I have strict orders…"

          "But miss is bee-ind on ’er medi-KA-shun!" the nurse stated urgently. "An’ She muss ’ave ’er medi-ka-shun now!"

         "I’ll tell you what - if your name is on the approved hospital personnel list, then I’ll let you in… so what’s your name?" the bodyguard asked, and he noted her face was partially covered and the meds were already in the syringe. He was suspicious because not only did she NOT have her name badge showing her credentials, this was a first - all the other staff who visited the room actually prepared the meds and syringes at Stacy’s bedside, and NONE of them wore the protective germ masks prior to entering the room. And none of them had a very thick accent either…

          "Me dun’t ’ave time for dis foolishness, boy!" said the nurse, and tried to brush past the guard and barge into the room - just to be confronted by yet another huge bodyguard. The first guard had a firm grip on her left upper arm so she could not get away if she were found to be a threat to Stacy.

          "We need to see your badge and have your name," the other guard said matter-of-factly.

          The nurse looked at them both with venom in her eyes. How DARE they fuck with me! The nurse thought to herself, becoming almost uncontrollably furious. "LET ME GO!" the nurse screamed loudly to them both, this time with so much anger in her voice, and such loud authority, that there was NO TRACE of an accent anywhere.

          When the guard tightened his grip on her arm, suddenly and quickly she grabbed the syringe with the hand that held the tray, yanked off the plastic tip cover with her teeth and plunged the bare syringe into the bodyguard’s forearm. The force and pain caused the guard that held her arm to release her, and she emptied the contents into his arm with a movement so swift, the guards could not react before the empty syringe was sticking out of his arm, and she was running down the hallway as the guard screamed in pain. That same moment, the medicine tray finally made a loud racket as it crashed to the floor.

          The convulsions the guard with the syringe in his arm began having delayed the other guard from pursuing her momentarily, and the first guard began to fall to the floor as he kept screaming. The guard posted inside Stacy’s room radioed ahead to the other guards posted on the floor and outside to watch the stairs and exits for signs of the ’nurse’ that got away…

          "MAN DOWN, MAN DOWN!! HELP!!" the guard yelled frantically as he watched his friend and comrade convulsing violently as foam was forming in his mouth, spilling out his lips. Doctors and nurses began running to him from seemingly everywhere as he lay thrashing about on the floor, and they attempted to treat and stabilize the huge man…

          She ducked inside a room that housed a staff locker room and calmly took off her ’uniform’, wig, shoes and washed her face in the wash basin located on the other side of the room. A few other staff members were also changing to either go home or start their shifts. She then stood in front of a locker, used the combination to get into the locker, and calmly changed into Capri jeans, a white knit blouse and neatly arranged her short dreads before calmly walking out the locker room, and taking the elevator down to the first floor. Althea calmly walked out the main entrance, seemingly totally oblivious to the chaos she just caused.

          They fucked up my plans again… but I will hunt their asses DOWN and get them one by one… when they LEAST expect it!! Althea was busy planning her next move as she was whisked away in a taxi cab, back to condo she rented below Stacy’s own.

          Thirty minutes later, Althea was sleeping comfortably in her rented bed… and the bodyguard was cooling his heels… in the hospital morgue, where he expired from arsenic poisoning.

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          Forty-five minutes after Poppy’s call, Day was sitting at Sheila’s kitchen table.  One of Poppy bodyguards was sitting in her living room watching TV while Day was with her at her kitchen table, having coffee as they were about to talk. Another guard was posted in front of her home, in an Expedition across the street from her house, so the entire perimeter of the house could be watched.

          "OK, Sweetheart… it’s time to come clean about EVERYTHING," Day told Sheila as they sat calmly having coffee. "People’s lives are going to be affected by what you tell me right here, right now, so I gotta know it ALL, OK? We settle all debts tonight and tomorrow - and I mean ALL debts!"

          "I will tell you everything I know," Sheila said excitedly, but very seriously. She knew instinctively that this was the time to tell everything - or else risk losing Stacy and the baby forever. "I promise!"

          "Now, first of all, I want to get all this clear in my mind… is Jonas REALLY the father of Stacy’s baby?" Day asked, still incredulous.

          "Yes, Jonas is the father of Stacy’s baby," Sheila replied. "I’m absolutely sure of it."

          "And how are you so sure of this?" Day asked again.

          "Because I actually SAW the two of them having sex," Sheila replied, with conviction in her voice. "I wanted to kill them both myself…and I almost did…" her voice trailed off as she remembered walking into the condo and watching the two of them go at it on the floor of Stacy’s condo.

         Day had to catch himself from allowing his jaw to drop. "Now you first told me he RAPED her, and now you say you saw them having SEX… which is it? And WHY and HOW did you nearly kill them yourself?!?" Day asked, still finding all this much too crazy to believe.

         "Yeah, I know how strange it seems, but… in short, Jonas came to Stacy’s looking for me," Sheila began. "I had left him after a particularly nasty argument… I just couldn’t take anymore and was lucky to get out - you know his temper and controlling ways…"  Her voice trailed off again.

          "Go on Sweetheart," Day coaxed Sheila, wanting to know every detail.

          "Well, I wasn’t there, so Jonas apparently jumped up in Stacy’s face in a threatening manner, and she had a gun hidden somewhere in the apartment and she went for it," Sheila stated. "Stacy explained they were wrestling on the floor for the gun, and she was about to get the better of him when he all of a sudden kissed her, to keep her from getting to the gun and blasting him… threw her off…"

          "OK, what happened next?" Day asked soothingly, still trying to get the whole story out of Sheila.

          "Well after he started kissing her, he started feeling her up as well, and I guess it started feelin’ a li’l too good to her," Sheila relayed to Day with some difficulty, then continued.

          "Anyway he was able to knock the gun out of her hands across the floor and get his jollies off on her at the same time. He always said that ’all Stacy needed was a good screw from a man like him and she would turn back into a straight female’, and they ended up screwing right in the middle of the room, on the floor…" Sheila put her head down and sighed, and Day noticed that recalling the events was taking a toll on Sheila emotionally.

          "Can you go on with the story, baby?" Day asked, concern in his voice.

          "Yeah, I can go on," Sheila replied. "I just hadn’t thought about all this in some time, so it gets to me a little, you know?"

         "I feel ya, Babe," Day answered, trying to give Sheila a little comfort. "What I want to know is, how is it you say you almost killed them yourself?"

         "Well, truth was I was on my way to Stacy’s anyway," Sheila continued. "I had just stopped for a few minutes at the waterfront to cry and let it all out, then I pulled myself together before I actually went to Stacy’s, and when I walked in, they were screwing on the floor… my man, and my best friend…" her voice trailed off again momentarily before she finally continued, "and I remember feeling the worst kind of hurt - I can’t even describe it. They didn’t even notice I was watching them…" Sheila said then paused for a moment before continuing again. "I saw the gun on the floor, picked it up, and I think Stacy finally noticed that I was there with a gun in my hands, and got both of them out the way before the first shot rang out…"

          "You mean you actually SHOT at them?!?" Day asked, truly surprised that Sheila had the guts to even pick up the gun.

          "Yes, I shot at Jonas as he ran out the door," Sheila explained. "But since I had never fired a gun before, it knocked me back a little and I missed him. Then Stacy tried to get the gun away from me, and she sweet-talked me into not blowing her away… I was real hurt…" Tears started rolling down Sheila’s cheeks, and Day saw that this was very hard for her to recount the memories, but she did it.

          Sheila continued, "I know Stacy too well, and she would have never willingly screwed a man - I know her history and that is what saved her from having me shoot her, let me tell you! And also knowing what an asshole Jonas is… I knew deep down that he did what he did to save his sorry ass and get his shit off at the same time…" She ended the story sounding thoroughly disgusted.

          Day was thoroughly disgusted as well… with Jonas. All he needed was to clarify what happened with Jonas - then he knew what his next move would be…

          "And this is what is fueling the beef between Stacy and Jonas… the baby?" Day asked again.

          "Yes," Sheila perked up again. "In all this confusion, Stacy was gonna abort the baby… but I talked her out of it and asked her to have it - and give it to ME to raise, and that we would do it together, but she felt Jonas should pay his share since he fathered the baby. But now Jonas wants the baby ALL to HIMSELF, and wants Stacy out of the picture - TOTALLY - and he wanted to use ME to do it legally, through the courts. That’s why he wouldn’t let me go when I went over to his place to try to reason with him…"

          "So he wanted to eliminate Stacy, huh?" Day said suspiciously.

          "Yes, but just out of the baby’s life - not LITERALLY eliminate her," Sheila said in Jonas’ defense. Then she thought about it a moment, and then said, "At least I don’t THINK so… but I DO know he couldn’t have shot her, he was too busy beating up on ME!"

          "A mere technicality," Day said. "He could have put someone else up to doing it…" He was thinking that Jonas COULD have hired someone to take HER out… but try and keep the BABY alive, hence the wound to her shoulder. So now we got suspect number 2! Day thought to himself.

          Just then, Day’s cellphone rang. It was Poppy, and he was furious.

          "THAT PSYCHO BITCH JUST TOOK OUT ONE OF MY BEST MEN!!" Poppy screamed into the cellphone. "And I just got word that I have to be in DC tomorrow afternoon for the hearing to pick up my babies. I’m rollin’ out in the morning, B - ME and my FAMILY - and this time I’m playin’ for keeps! I NEED THAT BITCH CANCELLED IMMEDIATELY!!"

          "What ’bitch’ you TALKIN’ about, B?!?" Day said. "What the fuck happened?!?"

          "I just got off the phone with my partner… and that bitch tried to pose as a nurse to get into the room and poison Stacy, but my men stopped her - and she poisoned one of THEM to get away… and now he’s DEAD!!" Poppy said. "Take a look at your cellphone - I just sent you a picture of Athena. See if any of the other bodyguards, Sheila, Jonas, or anyone else recognizes her… And if it’s her - MAKE IT HER LAST DAY BREATHIN’!!!"

          "Hold on, Pop - Lemme get a look at this pic," Day said, and a few seconds later, he saw a facial close-up of the picture of Athena that was hanging in Pat’s house.

          Sheila wanted to know what was happening too, and she took a peek at the picture that had just popped up on Day’s phone. "OMG! That’s Althea!" Sheila exclaimed.

         "Who the fuck is Althea?" Day asked.

         "That’s Stacy’s downstairs neighbor," Sheila stated. "She was the one who came upstairs with me when we found Stacy, after Jonas ran out. She even came to the hospital with me and the detective…"

          Day calmly got back on the phone with Poppy, "Pop, it’s her alright, just made a positive ID."

          "Damn, get the fuck outta here! Already?!?" Poppy said shocked. "From who?"

          "Sheila," Day said. "I’m here with her now."

          "Yeah? Then, WASTE THAT BITCH!" Poppy exclaimed. "I’m comin’ home…" then he hung up the phone.

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          About 7:30 AM the next morning, Athena was awakened by an urgent knock at her door. She walked quietly to the door and peered out the peephole, and saw that an extremely beautiful but obviously distraught Latin woman was at her door. Wonder what she wants, Athena thought to herself. She looks lost… then she opened her door...

          "Yes, may I help you?" Athena asked.

          "I’m so sorry, but I am looking for someone," the woman said in a thick, Spanish accent, then she looked at Day, who was standing on the other side of the door, hidden from Athena’s view, but he could plainly see and identify her.. He gave her a quick nod, then the woman said,

          "Special Delivery from Poppy," and before Athena could react, Yayi pumped two quick bullets from her pistol with a silencer into Athena’s forehead, right between her eyes at point-blank range. Yayi then quickly but quietly closed the door with gloved hands as Athena’s body fell back onto the floor, which was already splattered with her brains.  They then quietly walked off, hand-in-hand, like two lovers out for a morning stroll…

          About 15 minutes later, Poppy got the call. "It’s done." Poppy smiled, knowing that now he could bring his family back home safely.