“I’ll have the other three.”
“When?”
“Give me a couple days.”
Levin stared at him.
Xay stared back.
I looked between both of them.
“What the fuck did you even borrow twenty thousand dollars for?”
Neither one answered me.
My eyes narrowed.
“Oh, okay.”
I nodded.
“That’s cute.”
“Sam—”
“Nope. Don’t Sam me. If you don’t want to tell your wife why you owe somebody twenty thousand dollars, that’s your business.”
“It ain’t like that.”
“Then what’s it like?”
Xay rubbed his face.
Levin picked up the envelope.
“Ask him.”
Xay looked at Levin.
“Nigga, take your money and stop doing extra shit.”
Levin smiled.
Not a happy smile either.
“Aight.”
He tucked the envelope into his hoodie.
Then looked at me.
“Think about Thanksgiving.”
Xay frowned.
“Think about what?”
I crossed my arms.