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.

long is your eye gonna be like

eye that had a deep, red scar in the middle. Lynnette cut her face away momentarily before

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

you,

a seat, Lynnie." Clavell motioned to a chair that was already seated beside her. "You don't have to stand before

pulled the chair up to where Lynnette could sit down right in front of Clavell. She sat only twelve inches apart from the

when you first arrived." Clavell said as he began shuffling hundred dollar bills on the table he was seated at. "I

"It's okay." Lynnette

duty, Clavell all of the sudden

me, how have you been doing all

her body like a chainsaw. In her mind,

Biting down on her bottom lip, Lynnette

did to you, I almost couldn't believe it. I mean, I

her head,

"I heard he was dealing

"Yeah, we also heard that those same Jamaicans knocked off both Larry and Marvell." Clavell said. "But then again, Larry was such a simple nigga, he would've slipped on

With the exception of Lynnette, everyone gathered inside the room began snickering. Lynnette only pressed her lips together while holding on to a courteous

He can't hurt anyone

I really have a long night to get back to,

smirked as he bundled his wad of bills inside a rubber band. "So tell me, how did your

on the question that she knew full

a chance to get what I needed."

Clavell's smirk immediately shrank into a frown

come over here and

and proceeded to step up behind Lynnette. From there, she stuffed

away in sheer fear at that moment. She

with her invasive inspection she raised her hands to Clavell and went back

Clavell said, "Just checking, that's all. Now,

from her forehead, Lynnette replied, "I just didn't feel right last night. I felt like someone was watching us. The meeting

eyeballed Lynnette ever so carefully before steadily saying, "I see. But I was under the assumption that you really needed

stuff, Clavell, I just get real nervous every now and

happened months ago. But you have to understand, I can't have my people meeting you all over town just for you to up

"I

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?

eyes focused solely upon Clavell. "I swear, Isaac

sure could've fooled

your damn finger, girl." Clavell turned to Lynnette. "I've seen those Jamaicans do that and

with me now for the past four months, and not one

Clavell sat and studied the young woman with such a thoughtful contemplation that

do you still write

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

"You oughta come to New York, they got some places

"Yeah, go to CBGB'S."

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