The Death of 1977 (Book 3)

"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

just take care of your health. That's

for five more minutes." The recording over the phone all of the sudden

"Mama, I'm almost out

work, Lynn,

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

"We love you

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 didn't want to race to the airport and hop on the very first plane back to Ohio. She was beginning

the people that she could tolerate were beginning to wear thin upon her as well. From the food, the noise, the rain and the heat Lynnette just wanted to drop dead right in the middle of the street and remain there

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. The very second she walked through the door the ruckus of waiters and cooks bantering back and forth in the kitchen rushed at her

only wrapped her scarf around her already sweating head and

girl!" Clea announced as she came flying through the swinging doors from the

tickets from off the hanging turnstile and studied its writing. Clea stood next to Lynnette and said nothing. Lynnette could feel a presence beside her

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

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

"Ya know she always gets dat way after talking to her son!" Another one of the waitresses loudly remarked as she carried a large plate

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

flush with both tears and sorrow. She promptly wiped it all away before turning, brushing right past Clea 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 smile and dreamy eyes that caused most patrons to instantaneously take notice of her. Lynnette spotted her assigned table and

name is Lynnette, and I'll

actually an

Taken aback, Lynnette

we've been here." The lady appeared so amused. "We're the Millers. I'm June, and this is

"Oh really,"

two days, and

actually a few scattered about

are you from? If

They both lit

hugging her smile,

"What city are

"Cypress."

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

should 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 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

to The Kabal. Can

a sandy-colored blazer, matching slacks

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

I get for you today,

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

"Yeah, I'm only here for a little while, and

kindness, Livingston replied, "I see. I

wee-bit sloggered, everyone!" Silas came stumbling out of nowhere with a shot glass full of bourbon and a

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

have to forgive him." Lynnette explained. "Sometimes it gets a little rowdy

"A bit garish for my taste,"

Lynnette said, "Well, the sweet

Livingston suddenly had an intriguing glare staring right at

say, coming from my homeland, I have never tried sweet potatoes

prepare them a bit differently; but they're still good here,

to know that. This place beats

practically melting inside her own tennis

shall have your sweet potato hash, and I shall top

the man's order. "Okay, and will