Reeyonna said no.
She was adamant. That would be the worst kind of defeat.
That would put her inside a mile of her mother’s home — the bitch would soon find a way to wander over and establish a fucking détente—No way—defeat defeat defeat. But she loved Rikki’s parents & felt bad for the mom who was going through a really hard time. I’m going through a hard time too goddammit. She even called Jim to thank him & tell him why she couldn’t & got off the phone sooner than she planned when he made the mistake of saying he had talked to Jacquie who he assured was quite concerned re her welfare. O! The thieving cunt was trying to jump on the caring bandwagon—Hi y’all! It’s just me! Grandma! — which, by the way was impossible because all she ever thought about was herself. Too fucking little too fucking late. Rikki’s mom & dad care more about me than you ever did, you psycho, I am going to disendaughter myself from you, & become their daughter. And they will agree to my terms, they will have to if they want to see their grandchild, they will agree to my terms which are that NO ONE WILL HAVE CONTACT WITH YOU EVER. BECAUSE YOU ARE A FUCKING PSYCHOTHIEF WHO STOLE YOUR DAUGHTER AND YOUR COULD-HAVE-BEEN GRANDCHILD’S LIVES.
She was going to make a lot of money as a forensic detective then sue the bitch. (All of her friends basically either wanted to become pornstars or CSI forenz detectives. They called her a basic bitch for liking The Closer but Kyra Sedgwick had such amazing hair.) By then she’d be tight with the district attorney, & it would be easier for her, she would try to get her mom a jail sentence, not house arrest but JAIL because at least in jail she could get raped by a dyke, & if she ever got sick, the medical care was so shitty she read on the internet that sometimes they just let the prisoners die writhing in pain in their cells. She wished Kim Kardashian’s dad was still alive, she recently found out by watching an E! biography that he was a big lawyer & friend of that football player who murdered his wife, ReeRee googled while she was watching & it said the killer even stayed at Robert Kardashian’s house when he was out on bail or whatever. (She would totally try to make it so that her mom could not get bail.) She wondered if Kim, Kourtney & Khloé were even born yet, she hoped not, because it would have been sick to have someone in your house like that who everyone thought killed his wife (which he did, & at first got off for but was later rearrested) but she guessed it was fine because after all their dad was the O.G., the original Kardashian, the O.K., & she concluded he would be perfect to handle the case against that selfish bitch, her soon-to-no-longer-be mom. ReeRee would sue & win, maybe even be awarded the house, which would certainly be a twist. Mr. Kardashian would petition the court & have her mom ordered to vacate & take all her shit her fucking useless cameras for her useless career with her, & ReeRee would get a restraining order against her for life just to rub it in you cannot come within 100 miles of me & my child maybe children by then she & Rikki and her friends & even his fosters (by then his adopted true parents) would commence to paint & scrub & garden-redo, maybe even winning an Extreme Home Makeover removing every vestigial trace of the paroled, restraining-ordered Thief of Dreams… her grandmotherless baby (on Ree’s side, not on Rikki’s) might even wind up going to John Crowe Ransom, she’d fix it so if Bitch Thief ever even came close to the schoolgrounds to pathetically glimpse sight of her non-grandchild (all filial relations to Reeyonna by then, with the help of Ree’s D.A. friend & others, having been totally legally severed… Rikki once told her about the whole process, she didn’t want to be ruled an emancipated minor, “emancipated minor” was some bullshit for cranky young 
lets trying to get away from their own thieving parents, no, she wanted the real thing, her blood connection to Bitch Thief to be totally stricken from the record)—& if she did show up an old, raped, makeup-less just-released-from-prison hag to glimpse her tweenage grandchild, well then she would risk rearrest & detainment & imprisonment. For it was now Reeyonna’s turn to steal from her mother, steal her time, her years, her life, her breath, her world.
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Sometimes the baby kicked like a motherfucker then it would suddenly STOP, not just for a little but for it seemed like a whole day and she’d freak & call Rikki who would have to stop what he was doing which was probably smoking an executive branch & wacking off to Korean porn & come over. They’d kawasaki to the free family clinic in Venice. She always loved the beach, wanted to live at the beach, right on Speedway, even though they’d probably end up in Hollywood because the beach was so expensive. But she knew you could probably still find cool places if you used the service Ashton Kutcher talked about on Jimmy Kimmel.
She/they needed money. Initially Rikki’s fosters gave them $2,500 but that was like 45 days ago & Rikki was worried to ask for more because his fostermom maybe had to go to some kind of rehab that cost like $39,000 & insurance didn’t pay. He was hoping/waiting/expecting for Jim to present another check soon, or at least to ask if any monies were needed by the young couple. Reeyonna didn’t like the idea of asking them again anyway, though she did consider getting married, just for a moment, thinking that would be a new & genuine/acceptable reason for them to hand over more cash.
She was unsettled & a little depressed, taking Vicodin now just to feel better. Tom-Tom said as a nurse that Vicodin wouldn’t hurt the baby, a doc at the clinic said that too, cuz she asked him. Then he asked if she was an addict, & when she laughed & said no, the look on his face was like she’d said yes, he said it would be best not to ingest of course not just street drugs but any Rx drugs that had not been prescribed, he said there were safer drugs for pain that he might prescribe if she had the demonstrable need, but generally, Vicodin was relatively safe re the fetus, & if she was going to do that, if she was going to ingest, which he of course did not recommend, then Vicodin was better than something she might get from the street. She laughed no no no & he smiled, but not broadly.