Rewind “You bet not come home without a pack of cigarettes.” I was about 14 when my auntie Ernestine uttered those words as I was leaving the family compound on the Southside of Chicago. I didn’t really understand what she meant at first (family say I got a whole bunch of book sense but not a lot of common sense). It eventually dawned on me that she was basically saying, “If you leaving this house to spend time with a man (boy at the time), then you better not come home empty handed.[...]