She used to smile when the big Benz eased up like a jungle cat, prowling, growling in that low rumble of luxury. He used to buy her diamonds, lots of sparkling ice surrounded by white gold and platinum bezels. They dripped and hung from her fingers, ears and slender hands like the queen she knew she was. Filled to bursting her closets used to hold nothing but designer, nothing but high fashion and quality. Giant screen, sound surrounded entertainment center, fully stocked loaded DVD and high definition. She thought that for a kid who dropped out of school that he had certainly done well. She thought he worked for the city, or maybe he said he worked in the city. Maybe he said he did business in the city. He was always so good to her. He was a good boy. Looking into the rectangle neatly dug to four by six by six, she broke and screamed out loud “Lord why did you have to take him?” Sixteen year-old business man, dead of two shots to the head. He loved his mamma and he was a good boy. ------------------------------------- Do you know where your kids are and what they are doing?