I am black,” she said, and a shudder rippled through me. “I am foul with a thousand years of demon curses. Don’t cross me or I will bring you and your house down. Rachel is the only clean thing I have, and you won’t sully her to further your high ideas.
Gabe scratched his double chin. "Maybe if you hurry with the seven-layer dip. . . And maybe if the kid apologizes for interrupting my poker game. " Maybe if I kick you in your soft spot, I thought. And make you sing Soprano for a week.