The Death of 1977 (Book 3)

Chapter 12

"What on earth is all that noise, child?" Lynnette's mother shouted over the phone.

Rolling her eyes at both her mom and the passing trucks beside her as she stood at the phone booth on the sidewalk, Lynnette said aloud, "It's traffic, mama! I had to use the phone outside this time!"

Lynnette had to keep a close eye on not only her watch but also the passing traffic that would at times splash water and mud up and onto the sidewalk where she was standing. She made sure to keep both her multi-colored apron and shoes as far away from the curb as possible.

"How is dad doing?" Lynnette glanced all around at the various people walking past her up and down along the street and sidewalks.

Sighing, her mother said, "He actually started back to work just last week."

"Really," Lynnette perked right up. "I bet you're happy about that; not having to work anymore."

"Oh no, I'm still gonna keep my job." Her mother quickly spoke up. "We need as much money as we can get our hands on. I'm just glad that your father is able to work again. Hopefully his time off won't affect his pension."

"I'll be sending another check next Friday." Lynnette said. "I got shorted this week because...because the restaurant had a leak, and we had to cut our hours."

"Don't worry too much about your money. You need it more for your recovery."

Lynnette bit down on her bottom lip right then, just as she did almost every time they talked over the phone.

"Isaac's father called here the other day." Wilma bitterly muttered.

"Oh yeah," Lynnette asked with a hint of wonder in her tone. "How is he doing?"

"He wanted to see the baby. I told him that that wouldn't be a good idea."

Exhaling, Lynnette replied, "Mama, let Mr. Mercer see Isaiah. He hasn't done anything wrong to anyone. That's his grandson, too."

Wilma breathed in and out before moaning, "I guess so. But do you think it's safe to let him be alone with Isaiah?"

Hopelessly grinning, Lynnette said, "Mama, that man wouldn't hurt a fly. Believe me, I should know. Listen, I have to get going. Let me talk to Isaiah real quick, please."

Lynnette waited until she could hear the boy playfully screaming for his 'mommy.' All the young woman could do was hold her breath and try not to burst out into tears.

"Hi, mommy," Isaiah blurted out.

"Hi...hi, baby." She braced herself. "Have you been a good boy?"

"Yeah," he shouted. "I go see Harem Grobtotters' with papaw!"

"You saw The Harlem Globetrotters?" She laughed. "Did you like them?"

"Yes! They play basketball!"

Unable to contain her joy, Lynnette said, "I know they do, baby."

"Okay, I got go now!"

"Okay, honey. I love you."

"Love you!"

Lynnette couldn't contain herself any longer. Her face immediately exploded into tears right there on the sidewalk in front of everyone to see.

"I swear that child has such a loud voice." Wilma came back to the phone. "He's gonna grow up to be a singer, I can guarantee that."

Wiping her face, Lynnette cleared her throat. "Is...is he still having nightmares about dogs?"

"Off and on," Wilma's voice faltered. "I let him sleep with me and your dad sometimes."

"I wish so much I could be there with him."

just fine, girl. You just take care of your health. That's

more minutes."

"Mama, I'm almost out of

to work, Lynn,

"Okay, I love you, mama. And tell daddy I love him,

"We love

was hear her child and everyone and everything around her became like fog. The young lady

nuisance than a blessing. There wasn't a day that passed by that she didn't want to race to the airport and hop on the very first plane back to Ohio. She was beginning to believe that her journey was all but in her head, along with the

She harbored such thoughts ever since first arriving in Jamaica. Nothing about the country made her feel at ease. Almost everything and everyone had gotten on her last nerve; and the people that she could tolerate were beginning to wear thin upon her as well. From

towards The Kabal her stomach immediately began twisting and churning. A sour taste began swirling about inside her mouth the closer she made it to the place until her feet that were pedaling so fast at one point started to feel like sludge. She got off the bike and lanced it to a wooden fence before speedily carrying herself

wrapped her scarf around her already sweating head

keep getting later and later, girl!" Clea announced as

turnstile and studied its writing. Clea stood next to Lynnette and said nothing. Lynnette could feel a presence

"Ya look like you've been cryin', girl." Clea whispered into her

back, Lynnette said, "Oh...I

her son!" Another one of the waitresses loudly remarked as she carried a large plate of food out

she could take even one step, Clea took her by the hand and said, "Don't ya let Mr. Hunta or dose Yankee boys we be servin'

area. Her once distressed face had within the span of three seconds blossomed into a blissful bouquet of a smile and dreamy eyes that caused most patrons to instantaneously

"Hello, my name is Lynnette, and I'll be taking your order

"Oh, you're actually an American!"

aback,

the first American we've seen since we've been here." The lady appeared so amused. "We're the Millers. I'm

"Oh really,"

for the past two days, and we haven't seen or heard an American up

few scattered about

the states are you from? If you don't

"I'm from

"Are you serious?" They both lit

Still hugging her smile, Lynnette asked, "Wow,

"What city

"Cypress."

amazing that this town was started just a few years ago. "

waitress, but Lynnette couldn't seem to help herself. Just hearing another voice that didn't sound like an islander's caused her once tumbling stomach to gradually settle. It didn't make a difference what color they were, they reminded her of home, and that alone made the young woman only laugh all the harder at their over-exuberant behavior. Once she had taken their orders Lynnette ran the ticket back to the kitchen. She then came back out and quickly went to her next assigned table where a well-dressed white man was seated with the

The Kabal. Can I

in a sandy-colored blazer, matching slacks and a white shirt, placed the menu down

"Good day, Love." He spoke in a more dignified

can I get for you

cheek, Livingston stared straight at Lynnette before saying, "I must say that I've been

I'm only here for a

with kindness, Livingston replied, "I see. I see. Well, what do you

to be a wee-bit sloggered, everyone!" Silas came stumbling out of nowhere with a shot glass full of bourbon and a loud, jovial mouth for

while Livingston appeared on

"You'll have to forgive him." Lynnette explained. "Sometimes it gets

my taste," Livingston

the menu, Lynnette said, "Well, the sweet potato hash is really good, so is the coconut

eyes away from the menu she noticed that Livingston suddenly had an intriguing glare staring right at her. It was an alluring, if not spaced out stare

my homeland, I have never tried sweet potatoes before." Livingston placed his hands

prepare them

awfully glad to know that. This place

practically melting inside her own tennis shoes. She wasn't flattered, but rather anxious

potato hash, and I shall top it off with a

Lynnette wrote down the man's order.

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