“I ain’t Pops, Henna, aight? I ain’t going nowhere if I can help it. I can’t let anybody think they can touch my family and not pay for it, though.”
“I know.” Henna bobbed her head. “Is that why Prischa left?”
“She acting like she don’t know who I am or something.” Heavy sucked his teeth.
“She’s just scared. This is the same life she lost Pierre to.”
“Well, I ain’t Pierre, and I warned him. Just like Viggo. Niggas don’t want to listen to me, though. Think they already know everything and can’t take lessons.”
“So, what’s going to happen with you and Pri? You know she’s my friend, Heavy. I don’t want our relationship messed up because you can’t see eye to eye.”
“Hen, I ain’t the one you should be talking to.” Heavy pushed the door open to Horace’s room and found him shoving hospital supplies into his duffel bag.
“Grandpa, you are not supposed to take the gown,” Henna called him out.
“Shit. Why the hell not? They got plenty of ’em. Bring you a new one every other hour. I told Petal I was bringing this home, so we could role play, and she can be my nurse.”
Henna pretended to gag as she stumbled over to the hospital bed.
“Ugh, I did not need that visual. Make sure y’all lock your doors. I ain’t trying to walk in on that.”
“Shoot, might learn a move or two.” Horace zipped his bag.
“Grandpa!” Henna’s eyes stretched, and she shot Heavy a panicked look.
“That’s the last time you talk about fucking our grandma.” Heavy reached for the bag and slung the strap over his shoulder.
“This one time on this cruise, I had her bent over the balcony, watching the water?—”
“Oh, my God!” Henna snatched up his folder with all his paperwork and after care instructions and rushed out of the room ahead of Heavy. “I’ll bring the car around.”
Heavy dropped the fob to his Mercedes in her hand.
“Don’t fuck my shit up, Hen.”
“Short ass can barely see over the wheel. You gon’ let her drive your shit?” Horace’s face wrinkled into a frown as he fell in stride with Heavy to the elevators about five feet ahead.
“I saw the news.” He cleared his throat, and Heavy pressed the down arrow for the elevator to launch.
“Lot of shit on the news, Horace. You should stop watching that shit.” Heavy got a text and lifted his phone from his pocket to check it.
“It’s your wife. Said she needs me to go around and check a few of the properties for repairs.”
The elevator dinged before the doors slid open.
“First things first, I need me a double cheeseburger with the works and some chili cheese fries from Sally’s spot.” Horace rubbed his hands together.
“I know damn well that ain’t on that new diet plan the doctor wants to implement.”
“Fuck that and that damn doctor. They can implement these nuts. I’m getting me a damn burger.”
“Yo, you crazy.” Heavy chortled.
“They better know it.” Horace brought his fists up like he was about to start boxing and swung at the air. “I ain’t no spring chicken, but I’ll give a nigga a run for they money. That’s why they had to jump me. I was tagging they little asses by they self.”
“I added a guard on the store, just to be on the safe side, though. I don’t want you in there at night by yourself anymore.”
“Ah, I don’t scare that easy, son. You know that.” Horace brushed it off. “I’m thinking it might be time to retire anyway. I know it would make Petal happy.”
