The Curse of 1977 (Book 2)

Even before she could enter Jimmy's that evening, Lynnette could already hear The Brothers Johnson, 'Strawberry Letter 23', blasting loudly inside the building.

With two jittery legs the young woman steadily ventured towards the establishment like she was heading for a prison term. She was wearing only a short-sleeved shirt that read Topaz High Drill Team on the front in bright glitter, and a pair of bell-bottomed blue jeans. Her fists were balled up so tight that sweat was glistening on both the insides and out.

The young lady stepped up on a ledge before approaching the front door where a large black man was standing. Without saying a word to each other, Lynnette pulled out two dollars and handed it to the man before the man opened the door to allow her inside.

Once she was in, the woman was bombarded by not only the loud music but also by legions of young black men and women roller skating, dancing and playing video games. But rather than become engulfed in all the chaos, Lynnette simply glided past one merrymaker after another on her way towards the rear of the building.

On her way back, she just happened to take a very quick glance at a certain familiar booth. The booth was empty, and that was the only glance she required. She could hear her own heart beat in her ears.

Before Lynnette could even reach the rear, she immediately saw another large black man standing at a door speaking to a young woman. Lynnette barged her way past scores of skaters just to get to the man.

"I'm here to see Clavell!" Lynnette raised her voice to the man.

For a second or two both the man and the woman he was speaking with appeared offended by her presence.

"Is he expecting you?" He spoke out loud.

"He told me to meet him here around eight! I'm Lynnie!"

The man stood and stared at the young lady, contemplating his next move. He then sighed and opened the door behind him.

"Follow me!"

Lynnette did as she was told and followed the man down a long, dark corridor. Down the hallway was just one light bulb that was burning faintly in a corner all to itself.

The man then stopped at a door that was at the very end of the hallway. He knocked four times before the door swung open to reveal a young, angry looking, slender black man named Wendell behind it.

"I got a Lynnie here to see Clavell."

Lynnette held her breath for what seemed like countless moments while waiting for the man behind the door to reply.

"Oh yeah, we've been waitin' for her." Wendell said as he opened the door all the way.

Sidestepping the larger man, Lynnette entered into the smoke-filled room that reeked of marijuana from one corner to the next. Seated in a corner was an older black woman with grey dreadlocks who was sifting through bags of white powder, while clear on the other end of the room was another black man named Marvin who was counting money and cutting his own stash of white powder on a table.

Lynnette's emaciated frame stood at total attention. The woman honestly could not make a single move. It was as if she no longer possessed the will to operate her own body. She hadn't stopped shaking since before she entered the parking lot.

There was another door just two feet away from her. Behind that door emerged an older, caramel skinned man with a perfectly manicured mustache and finger waves in his hair. He was wiping his hands clean and smiling as he came out.

The woman and the two other men all stopped what they were doing at that moment to take notice of the man.

"Well, if it ain't little Lynnie." The man smiled gregariously.

She probably should have become relaxed at that stage, but all Lynnette could do was continue to stand in the middle of the floor while the music up above her head vibrated down into her feet.

Sitting himself down in a chair, the man said, "Come closer so I can see you better."

Unclenching her body, Lynnette dragged herself from the middle of the floor to the man. Once she was standing directly in front of him, the man sat perfectly still and eyed the woman from her sneakers all the way to her face. Once he got to her face, Lynnette immediately began to shiver all over again.

"How long is your eye gonna be

eye that had a deep, red scar in the middle. Lynnette cut her face away momentarily before replying, "The doctor said that it was

and said, "I'm sorry to hear that. Don't take it personally, but I heard that you looked a whole lot worse

you, Clavell."

was already seated beside her. "You don't have to stand before me; I

sit down right in front of Clavell. She sat

being here a few weeks back when you first arrived." Clavell said as he began shuffling hundred dollar bills on the table he was seated at. "I was busy taking care of business

"It's okay." Lynnette blushed

Right in the middle of his stacking duty, Clavell all of the sudden paused to turn

have you

through her body like a chainsaw. In her mind, time was

her bottom lip,

forgive me for being so nosey, but when they told me what Isaac did to you, I almost couldn't believe it. I mean, I didn't know the cat all that well, but

her head,

"I heard he was dealing with some

such a simple nigga, he would've slipped on a

room began snickering. Lynnette only pressed her lips together while holding

"Well, at least he's gone now. He can't hurt anyone anymore." Clavell patted Lynnette on the knee. "How's that boy

"He's fine." Lynnette rushed to say. "I, uh, I really have a long night to get

you can't rush perfection." Clavell smirked as he bundled his wad of

Lynnette hurriedly tried to collect her thoughts on the question that she knew full well

"Uh...I didn't get a chance to get what I needed."

smirk immediately shrank into a frown at that stage as he stared

"Nita, come over here and

she was doing and proceeded to step up behind Lynnette. From there, she stuffed her hands

away in sheer fear at that moment. She couldn't even shut her

Once Nita was through with her invasive inspection she raised her hands to Clavell and

his head in approval, Clavell said, "Just checking, that's all. Now, tell me why you didn't

her forehead, Lynnette replied, "I just didn't feel right last night. I felt

Clavell sat and eyeballed Lynnette ever so carefully before steadily saying, "I see. But I was under the assumption

think that I don't need your stuff,

have to understand, I can't have my people

"I

Clavell turned his attention back to counting his money on the table and asked, "So now be honest with me, Lynnie, it's been on my mind for a while now. Was your man dealing with those Jamaican cats? You see, I need to know if someone

Lynnette kept her eyes focused solely upon Clavell. "I swear, Isaac was never into drugs." She shook her head from

"He sure could've fooled everyone back in February." Wendell

turned to Lynnette. "I've seen those Jamaicans

placed her hands on Clavell's table. "That man is gone. Do you understand? He's gone." She firmly stated. "You're people have been dealing with me now for the past four months, and not one time have I double-crossed you, Clavell. I've paid you every time, on time. You've no reason to doubt

the young woman with such

"Tell me, do you still write

Subtly stunned by the question, Lynnette humbly responded, "A little bit, here

"You oughta come to New York, they

"Yeah, go to CBGB'S." Wendell

"Nigga, that's for white folks!" Clavell chuckled out loud. "You should go to