The question seemed so weird. "What?"
"Do you like rap music, Delilah? Do you know any rap songs? I want you to rap for me. As fast as you can."
"Why—"
"Just trust me, kid."
I did kind of like rap, but the only one I knew was "Baby Got Back", and I told Julius, but he insisted anyways. So, panicking, with the room tight and my breathing ragged, I did. Thinking about this old white man in his seventies kneeling before a sobbing, shaking white girl in her twenties while she raps Sir-Mix-A-Lot's hit song— it still makes me smile.
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The Delilah 100
Mystery / ThrillerWhat would you do if you loved a killer? What would it take for you to get to a place of acceptance? You're meeting Richard week by week, but first, meet his Muse. Explore our ill-fated heroine in The Delilah 100: 100 words, 100 stories, 100 days. A...
