The silent darkness pressed around him, and Stacy was all too aware of Darian falling asleep in his room down the hall. Downstairs, the grandfather clock chimed the hour. Briefly, Stacy remembered Ange, but it was too late to call his friend, and Stacy couldn’t find the energy to get out of bed. 20
On Monday morning, Darian drove Stacy to school. At the bus stop on Washington Street, Stacy pulled his cap down to hide his face—he could almost imagine Lamar staking the block out, waiting for him to get off the bus just to kick his ass or drag him screaming back to the apartment, but he didn’t see the Trans Am idling at the curb. Who was he kidding? Lamar wasn’t even out of bed this early in the morning. No matter how pissed he was at Stacy, he never woke up before noon if he could help it.