IT DOESN'T TAKE me long to figure out what's wrong with Harriet's pipe.
I inch out of the cupboards and find her staring at me. Her hands are clasped together like she's waiting for the results of a blood test. Sweat glistens on her forehead. Damp splotches coat her soft cotton shorts and T- shirt.
"Is it really bad?" She winces.
"Kind of. Do you happen to have a wrench?"
A bright smile stretches across her face. It's so beautiful that I can't help but meet it with a smile of my own.
"Ever since I met Doc, I've been noticing wrenches everywhere I go." She spins and her long hair flails behind her. "Give me a minute."
While she's gone, I glance around the small apartment. It reminds me of our first place. Hell, it's a step up from that. Back then, I didn't have much money. I had a dream and a hustle. When I met Harriet, she helped me turn that hustle into an empire.
