Side Hustle
and I hear him plunge a washcloth into a basin of water.
“Hey, Corbin,” I say, knowing who he is without having to look.
His shoes squeak on the tile as he steps over to peer at me. “You pulling tricks again, hooka?”
“Magic tricks,” I say, snapping my fingers. “And for my next act, watch that new wheelchair appear tomorrow.”
“You didn’t.”
I raise my eyebrows. “I did.”
He waggles a finger at me. “Girl, you are something else.”
“How’s he doing today?”
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