Day CCLXXV

Hot Babe

     By mid afternoon, there were two armed camps in the nabe, one Latin, and the other black. Two opposing armies at war, each one with its own war council, trying to decide what to do next. The funny thing is that neither really wanted to war on the other. Two weeks before this, another incident had taken place.

     In the same apartment building where Francis lived, there was a Colombian family with three gorgeous daughters. Francis had long had his eye on one of them. But life is funny, because this dumb ass, who didn’t like black peeps, had a big thing for a girl who had the same complexion as the peeps he so disliked. I could never figure that out. Anyway, on a hot Friday afternoon the kids had the fire hydrant on full force. As fate would have it, poor Yolanda was coming home from a hard day at work. The last thing she wanted was to get wet with that cold water out of the hydrant. When she turned the corner, she saw the rainbow in the air, and felt the cool spray of water on her sweaty face as the breeze it blew across the block. The hydrant was across the street, right in front of her building, and she walked to just about the building next to hers. She hesitated, and waved,

     “Yo guys, Puhlease…come on youse guys…let me go home,” she pleaded.

    The kids were having fun, and she looked like the perfect victim. They smiled, and waved her on, smiling agreeing to let her go home. But she didn’t trust them.