Parker always did things her way. The things that mattered most to her were smoking cigarettes at the coffeehouse with friends, not gaining weight, and her Father. She was on her way home late one night after picking up some spray starch at the corner market when a car pulled up to the curb next to where she was walking. The windows of the car were tinted black but she could see the glow of a cigarette and hear the thump of the bass from the stereo. The window started to roll down and Parker saw a hard woman who looked like Queen Latifah coldly stare at her and before she knew what happened a gun pointed out from the backseat through the passenger window. She saw the flash from the barrel then nothing. She went straight to heaven.