“I don’t need—”
“I don’t give a fuck what you need.My son needs a safeplace to live with a playground close.And that’s what he’s gonna get.”
He opened the door but again turned back.
Then he delivered his final blow.
“And I got good at it’causeI gotan imagination.If I’d let myself have a woman, there’s only one woman I’d letmyself have.But she doesn’t need my shit.Her kid doesn’t need my shit.No oneneeds my shit.So I’m gonna let her have her life and raise our boy and keepthem clear of the shit that is me.”
With that, leaving me eviscerated, he was gone.
FYI:
A man with a moving truck showed at my door on the morningof the last of the month.
I hadn’t packed.
The man with the truck and his boys packed for me.
I threatened to call the police, but he was undeterred.
I didn’t call the police.
Darius had said there was a playground at this new complex.
And a pool.
We moved.
The next day, there was an envelope on the new, gorgeous,granite counters of my roomy new kitchen.
In it was five thousand dollars.
Chapter Four
This Is Meant to Be
Rock Chick Rewind
Still some time ago, but now even less…
“Okay, does doing crazy, stupid shit run inyou all’s family?”Toni asked.
“Shh!” my sister Lena shushed her.
She was looking through a pair of binoculars.
Toni was in the middle of the back seat of my car.I was inthe driver’s seat.Lena on the passenger side.
And Lena was spying on her boyfriend, who she was certainwas cheating on her.
We were parked across the street from his place, so thebinoculars were overkill.
She put them down, turned to me and announced, “I’m going infor a closer look.Cover me.”
I opened my mouth to stop her, but she was out the doorbefore I could.
“Cover her?”Toni asked.
