The Death of 1977 (Book 3)

Chapter 8

"Okay, he we are." Audra pleasantly announced as she parked her blue, 1973 Monte Carlo in front of a three story apartment building.

Charles sat in the passenger's seat and looked out the window at the aged building in a subtle, if not somewhat passive glare as to say that the tenement wasn't what he expected.

Slowly climbing out of the car with his cane in hand, Charles watched as Audra, dressed in a pair of brown corduroy pants and an orange jacket, practically raced around the vehicle to open the trunk.

"Now don't you go gettin' my bags for me!" Charles limped over towards the woman. "I am perfectly capable of carrying my own stuff." The man politely smiled as he secured his two duffle bags from Audra.

Smiling right back, Audra said, "Okay, but don't you go trying to climb those stairs without me." She shut the trunk and walked beside Charles.

The sharp, morning wind scooted both individuals up five stone steps that led to the front door of the brick building. Audra pushed open the door and held it for Charles behind her.

"This door is left unlocked until 8 p.m." Audra explained. "Everyone has their own key, so if you need to get in then it shouldn't be a problem."

"I understand." Charles graciously made his way inside. "Shucks, at my age, I'm in the bed at 8 p.m." He snickered.

"Me, too," Audra laughed back.

Charles stood for a moment or two and examined the downstairs area where to his immediate right was ten mailbox slots. Straight ahead was the kitchen, as well as another door just shy of the threshold.

"As you can probably tell, this is the second floor." Audra presented. "I already put your name on your own mailbox.

"Thank you very much." Charles grinned.

"Down that way is the kitchen. Now, each apartment has its own icebox and stove, but the kitchen is primarily used for the big meals like Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter."

"I see." Charles nodded his head.

"And that door there leads down to the basement." Audra pointed. "We have a few folks in here that keep their bikes down there. We actually had a woman that tried to hide her Doberman down there once."

"Are you serious?" Charles looked shocked.

"Oh yes, I had to kick her behind outta here."

All of the sudden, both Charles and Audra spun around at the clamoring of what sounded like feet tumbling down the stairs next to them. Charles staggered back a bit to see just what was happening.

"Oh, it's you!" Audra caught herself.

It was a young, white man with a curly, brown afro who was clothed in an all blue jogging suit and tennis shoes.

"Oh, sorry, Mrs. Watson, I was just on my way out." The man suddenly stopped short of the front door.

"Robin, I want you to meet Mr. Mercer."

"How are you, sir?" Robin gladly extended his right hand.

young fella!" Charles gregariously greeted the boy with a

is gonna

"Oh yeah," Robin lit

good to know!" Charles exclaimed as he studied Robin from head to

I gotta get out and get running."

Charles

that, sir. You see, I'm training for

don't

it's been a dream of mine ever since I was a kid, or at

fella on

"That's right." Robin laughed. "Well, everyone have a good day, and it was great meeting you, sir!" Robin said as he

"I'll see ya

"He's a good boy." Audra began for the upstairs.

a good boy, a good boy

it up alright?"

best I can." Charles strained up the tall

"I'm sorry that all the rooms are upstairs." Audra lamented as she made it to the third

me. Besides, the doctor said that I need all the exercise I can get. So those steps will do

there seemed to be a different story attached. One door had The Floaters', 'Float On,' playing behind it, while another door had the smell of chicken

and after so many months, everything that surrounded him was a complete and utter mystery. All the shut doors might as well have been dungeons as far as his superstitious

Audra stood in front of apartment number six with a key ready to unlock the

right in. Inside was a small stove, a couple of cabinets above it and an icebox, while in another room adjacent from the tiny kitchen was what appeared to be the living area,

"Everything is self-explanatory as you can tell."

a whole lot bigger than my last place, I can assure you that." Charles grinned from ear

door is the bedroom." Audra directed. "The last gentleman that was here made sure

of the kitchen floor and gazed all around at his new environment with the same subtlety that he carried with him out of the car moments earlier. On the outside he was marveling, while on the inside he was

do hope and pray that you enjoy yourself here." Audra handed the

will, Mrs.

you and I have known each other since July, and you're still calling me Mrs. Watson.

Charles replied, "Well, that's just the

leaned forward and said, "You can call me Audra. This is your home

Charles humbly nodded before looking around some more and saying, "Now, I'm gonna tell you something, Mrs....Audra. I don't plan on just sitting around here and doing nothing morning, noon and night." He adamantly stated. "I plan on going down to that little diner on the corner and seeing if they have anything open. Add to the

about your condition,"

her on the hand,

stared around the apartment for a while before focusing back

here. The last one we had couldn't seem to

know how to fix stuff." Charles' eyes grew two sizes larger

and look for work. You pick up the maintenance duties around here and we'll see

glared back at Audra with a suspicious hint in his eyes, as though he could sense that the gears

work out for the better." She pressed her

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