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 could be there

fine, girl. You just take care of

minutes."

"Mama, I'm almost out of

to work, Lynn,

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

"We love you too,

up the phone quick enough. After so long, the irate noise of the traffic became all but soundless. All she had to do was hear her child and everyone and everything around her became like fog. The young lady continued to wipe her face before she eventually

that her phone calls home were becoming more of a 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.

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

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 to the backdoor.

wrapped her scarf around her already

keep getting later and later, girl!" Clea announced as she came flying through the swinging doors from the dining

the order tickets from off the hanging turnstile and studied its writing. Clea stood next to Lynnette and said nothing. Lynnette

you've been cryin',

Jumping back, Lynnette said, "Oh...I was just thinking about

of the waitresses loudly remarked as she carried a large plate of

Lynnette just stared and rolled her eyes at the woman before starting for the dining room. But before 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' all

and bolting out into the busy dining area. Her once distressed face had within the span of three seconds blossomed into a blissful bouquet of a

Lynnette, and I'll be taking your order

"Oh, you're actually an American!" The balding man

Taken aback, Lynnette replied,

we've seen since we've been here." The lady

"Oh really," Lynnette began to relax a

we've been here now for the past two days, and we haven't

actually a few

"Whereabouts from the states are you from? If you don't mind

"I'm from

"Are you serious?" They both lit

her smile, Lynnette asked, "Wow, what

city

"Cypress."

for our twentieth wedding anniversary." Bill enthusiastically gripped his wife's hand. "It's amazing that this town was started just a few years ago.

have for a 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

"Hello, sir. Welcome to The Kabal. Can I

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

spoke in

"What can I get

Smiling from cheek to cheek, Livingston stared straight at Lynnette before saying, "I must say that I've been to this place quite a few times, but

I'm only here for a

with kindness, Livingston replied, "I see.

of nowhere with a shot glass full of bourbon and a loud, jovial mouth for everyone in

Amused, Lynnette rolled her eyes at the drunken man while Livingston appeared on the

"You'll have to forgive him." Lynnette

"A bit garish for my taste," Livingston grumbled

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

an intriguing glare staring right at her. It was an

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

my country we prepare them a

that. This

Lynnette continued to stand at the table, practically melting inside her own tennis shoes. She wasn't flattered, but rather anxious

shall have your sweet potato hash, and I shall top it off with a bottle of your

down the man's order. "Okay,

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