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.

meet you, young fella!" Charles gregariously greeted the boy with a

Mercer is gonna

Robin lit

Charles exclaimed as

and get running." Robin began for the front

"Get running?" Charles questioned. "Gettin' your

that, sir. You

don't say!" Charles

"Yes, sir, it's been a dream of mine ever since I

"Oh, the fella

"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 around,

"He's a good boy." Audra began for the upstairs. "Always runnin' around here

boy, a good

it up alright?"

the best I can." Charles strained up the tall

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

Meeting her, Charles said, "Now you stop apologizing, this place is like a castle to me. Besides, the doctor said that I need all the exercise I can get. So those steps will do just

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

utter mystery. All the shut doors might as well

"Here we are." Audra stood in front of apartment number six with a key ready to unlock

in another room adjacent from the tiny kitchen was what appeared to be the living area, complete with one couch,

self-explanatory as you can

"It's a whole lot bigger than my last place, I

"The last gentleman that was here

just stood in the middle of the kitchen floor and gazed all around at his new environment with the same subtlety that he carried with him out of

you enjoy yourself here." Audra handed

sure I will, Mrs. Watson." He happily took the

wait a minute, you and I have known each other since July, and you're

Blushing, Charles replied, "Well, that's

leaned forward and

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

what about your

Patting her on the hand, Charles replied, "I'll make

her hips and stared around the apartment for a while before focusing back

we need a maintenance man around here. The last one we had couldn't seem to stay off

stuff."

go out and look for work. You pick up the maintenance duties around

a suspicious hint in his eyes, as though he could sense that the gears in her head were moving

out for the better."

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