Honor Thy Father
She's interrupted by the screeching brakes of the Muni bus, a bus that will take her down Sunnydale Avenue, down Third Street, down to where Tat literally used to paint the town. He grew up there as a badass and died close to there as a good-ass. From the bus, she can see graffiti on the walls, soiled diapers on the curbs and thugs on the corner, and she knows Tat would've fixed all of it -- or at least tried to -- and he would've found time to bring her to the gym, or the park, to shoot her free throws. Her 100 free throws.