There was no reason for me to sit there and entertain him. It was clear that Kano had it under control and didn’t need me. I looked at the security across the street, and assumed Goo had his own security watching me too. I knew the guard in the car watching me. He was always around; I just ignored him. I walked down the block toward Goo’s moms’ house. I wasmore nervous about knocking on this woman’s door than the interaction with the asshole back at the store.
“Bando, please be nice… thank you for protecting mommy.” I rubbed his head, as I pulled him up the steps behind me.
He was still on alert and spiked up from the asshole at the store. I almost wanted this man to come so I could let him go and watch him tear him up in real time. I saw the way Bando bit into the man that helped me train him, so I knew my son was pressure.
As I entered the building, there were two doors on the main floor, one that had a handicap sticker on the door. I slowly knocked, standing there and wondering what the hell I was doing.
Everything inside of me was telling me to leave. This was stupid of me to come to his mother’s house.
What was I supposed to say to her?
I heard a door creak behind me and assumed it was a nosey neighbor. “Who?”
“It’s me, Ms. Wraithe. Zoya Caselli.”
She stuck her head further out. “Ah, Ms. Lawyer... come, come.” She waved for me to come to the other door I had walked by.
“Is this not your apartment?”
“Railroad apartment,” she answered.
She moved her chair back, so I could come in. “Is it alright for him to come in?”
“He’s a big one, huh?”
“Very big, but I promise he’s sweet.” She didn’t need to question if he was, because Bando was already shaking his butt and begging for her to pet him.
She slowly spanked his butt and smiled. “I had a dog like him back home… loved him.”
“Goo isn’t here you know.”
“Oh, I know. I didn’t get the chance to properly meet you and wanted to sit and talk, if you don’t mind.”
“Of course, I don’t mind… my home is yours. Come in and put your stuff down. Have you eaten anything?”
“I had a cereal bar and some almonds while working earlier. I picked me up some snacks from the store before coming here.”
She stared at me with her finger fixed on her chin. “I’m talking about real food. When is the last time you had a good meal?”
“It’s been a while, Ms. Wraithe.” I sat at the kitchen table, as she washed her rice.
“Sharon.” She smiled.
“Ms. Sharon.”
I had been raised to always address your elders with Mr. or Ms. It didn’t matter how old you were, you always had respect whenever you addressed them.
“What brings you by? Must love my boy.”
I laughed. “Why do you assume that?”
“Goo doesn’t have many women coming to see me anymore. I remember there was a time, but that was when he was being a man whore.” She cracked up, as she rinsed the rice once more. “Kenneth has taken his spot with all his girlfriends.” She kissed her teeth and then opened a can of coconut milk.
She poured it into the silver pot that had seen better days, and tossed in all spice, and some herbs wrapped together with twine. Before tossing the can of coconut milk away, she filled it with water and dumped it into the pot before covering it with the lid.
“He failed to tell me about his man whore days.”
“What man does... they all lie,” she chuckled.
