--> Table of Contents Sunday, 3:00 PM Deirdre pulled up along the curb by Alvin’s housing project, and saw him holding court on the stoop of his building with his posse yet again. Within a minute he spotted her sitting in the car. She heard him say, “Yeah, my bitch here again,” and then he sauntered over to the car. She looked up at him with a dazed expression, and a huge grin broke out across his face. “So, you finally figured it out, huh?” She nodded numbly. “So, let’s have a talk, right?” She nodded again, and Alvin opened the passenger door and slid into the seat next to her. “But we ain’t gonna talk here: We’re gonna take a little ride.” “No, Alvin, let’s talk here.” He put his hand into the pocket of his hoodie, and from inside the pocket she could see protruding the shape of a gun. “No, we gonna go talk somewhere else. In fact, I think we gonna go up West Rock. You love it up there, right, DeeDee?”