New York was angelica’s nightmare. When walking to the corner pizza store under kit’s watchful eye
people didnt bother to even walk around her, Angelica had to pinch herself not to unbuckle her belt and
strap someone’s eyeball out. In fact angelica was having difficulty in general. Despite not doing stupid things,
she felt like a convict almost. No New York school wanted to take in angelica after phoning her old LA school
and hearing how Angelica almost broke that girl’s sternum with a roundhouse killa kick. only the roughest schoools
would but Kit did not even go there. In fact Kit was keeping a close hawkeye on Angelica who was careful to
tread a soft one around her. One night while eating dinner, her first soul food, angelica made the mistake of
being rude to Bette who called Angie every day. Angelica’s heart was being twisted every which way, after giving
her body to Shad he had left her, being sent away made her feel abandoned by her parents and she had a problem
with anger. After Angelica hung up Kit was right there…she sat down and took the phone in her hand and
looked Angelica right in the eyes. “Angel….the only reason i am not wacking you in the head with this phone
is because i love you so much it hurts, but if i ever hear you be that rude to your mother who is watching her
partner of twenty years revert back to diapers i will not wack you with a phone…i gonna take you cross my fat lap
and spank your sorry *****, stop feeling sorry for yourself. take some responsability…..now on monday i will be
teaching you, ill be teaching you for a couple of hours in the morning then you will be helping me in some of
the cafes i got hooked up around town…ill show you the ropes but dont give me reason to lock you in there bathroom”
Angelica had behaved after that…and late one night Kit even secretly overheard Angelica cry on the phone while
talking to Bette….apologizing and saying i love you over and over again.

 As for Angelica’s education, she proved to be a good student…and that was because Kit was the teacher.
melvin porter had been more of an idol then he or Kit ever thought. So for the first hour Kit brought out dozens of
primary source underground subversive writings and journals during the civil rights movement….teaching of Malcolm X and
transcripts of King’s speeches. Going over some of them Kit explained them carefully…watching as Angelica tried not
to look interested. For the second hour Kit brought big MAthPower textbooks and started explaining and taking notes of
the basics of math….and the for the third hour they just read. not boring stuffy ***** poems that old farts like tennyson spewed out, she
recited the poems of the Beat Generation, the lyrics of the great jazz and blues artists, the poems of political prisoners and the
sexually-infused love poetry of Ondajtie. Angies assignments were to write a commentry on a selected civil rights movement, a sheet
of practice math questions…and the task of writing three poems in any style or form Angie wanted. It was the best lesson
Angelica had in her life. That took three hours with a half hour break between…which meant it was noon. So Kit took Angelica to a By-day bistro
and a by-night jamming club Kit managed and there they had lunch. Kit grinned to herself listening to Angelica go red in the face
taling about Malcolm X. The rest of the afternoon saw them going to each business Kit owned and seeeing things through. Shane
was going to fly from LA to visit soon and Angelica finally felt a little better…something she hadnt felt in a long time. there was
pain, but smoking pot did not seem as important that much anymore. though angelica did like how it used to make her feel.