The Death of 1977 (Book 3)

Charles, with his cane in one hand, and a tool box and steel snake gathered in the other knocked on door number 5 and waited until Robin opened it.

"Good morning, young fella!" Charles said with a wide open smile.

"How are you, Mr. Mercer?" Robin smiled back while stepping aside to allow the man in. "Glad you could show up on a Sunday morning."

Coming in, Charles replied, "Don't you worry about that. I got nothing better to do on these mornings anymore."

Robin's apartment was as cluttered and out of shape as one would possibly expect from such a young man. Jiffy Pop bags lying on the couch, sneakers scattered in various spots around the living room floor and a few smelly clothes draped on and across one of the chairs.

Charles just dragged himself along as though he were more than accustomed to the scene. "I figure the more I keep myself busy, then that'll keep me out of trouble." Charles humorously stated.

"I try to do the same thing myself, sir." Robin remarked as he stood before Charles.

Charles couldn't help but to take notice of Robin's t-shirt that bore a very curious image pasted on the front. For a second or two Charles had to take a double glance.

"I've seen that fella before somewhere." He pointed at the shirt with a grin.

"Oh, this," Robin proudly poked out his chest. "It's Lord Vader from Star Wars."

"Oh, that movie," Charles playfully rolled his eyes. "Man, you can't go anywhere without hearing about that movie."

"I saw it three times at the theatre over the summer."

"Three times," Charles nearly dropped to the floor. "I ain't never heard of no one seeing a movie three times! It must be that darn good."

Laughing out loud, Robin said, "It's incredible! I've never seen anything like it. I sure hope they make a sequel sometime soon."

Shaking his head in jovial disbelief, Charles said, "My boy used to love going to the movies. I never did take him to see...a movie." His voice suddenly hesitated without warning. "I never did." He then bowed his head for a moment.

Sitting himself down on the messy couch, Robin said, "I think it's still playing down at the Olen Theater. If you're lucky you can still catch it before it goes away for good."

Waving his hand, Charles responded, "No thanks, Hollywood can have it. I went to the drug store down the street yesterday, and there were all these little kids in there buying costumes that look like that fella on your shirt; and some Bigfoot character, too."

Giggling, Robin said, "Oh, you must mean Chewbacca."

"I don't know what his name was, but it looked pretty darn gruesome to me."

Just as Charles was about to make his way into the kitchen, his attention was suddenly snatched by Robin picking up a small, black contraption from off the floor in front of him. The thing had a black stick protruding from out of its center. The man watched in odd curiosity as the young man turned on the television in front of him and stuck a cartridge inside a medium sized box.

the animated TV, Charles, with his mouth hanging wide open, asked in astonishment, "What on God's green earth

it's an Atari system, Mr. Mercer."

But all Charles could see was shapes and hear sounds come from

video game."

Charles shook his head, "A

got Video Olympics in

son never asked me and his mama for anything like that. We'd

as I can when it comes to the decathlon, even if it is just a

"I hear

you like it

Charles smiled. "Mrs. Watson sure does a great job

know, she's really a nice lady. She's everywhere in this city. Ever since

Charles stood and glared on at Robin for a few seconds in the most peculiar fashion. "Tell me, young fella, does Mrs. Watson ever talk about...you know what? It doesn't matter. What does matter is that yesterday I finally got to see my grandson

"That must've

He's shooting up like a weed like

Robin stopped playing his game and turned around to face Charles. "I take it she and your son don't get along

turned away for a brief second before looking back and saying in a polite tone,

Blushing, Robin replied, "Oh...I'm sorry to

"Oh well, these things happen, I guess. Now, if you'll just point me to your kitchen, I'll see what I

from off the couch, Robin led the way through a curtain that revealed the tiny kitchen on the other

Approaching the sink, Robin announced, "Well...here it

into the sink to find

it was a sewage

he placed his cane down onto the floor, along with both his toolbox and snake. Then, from out of his pocket he pulled out a pair

"One moment I was getting some water after my run, the next thing I know, this crap comes

"It's probably just

phone from the other room blared out. "I gotta get that. It's

"Go right ahead, my boy. Go right ahead." Charles said as

he was able to grab a hold of it he began to lift it back up. But what he brought out was something that not even he could have expected. It was his son's head dripping with blackness all over. Out of shock, Charles

and stared for a brief moment before muttering at the

peel themselves away from the sink.

you find the problem?" Robin came back into

"Huh?" Charles shook back to life. "Oh...I was just taking a long view." He wiped the sweat from his

approached the sink and shoved the snake into the drain. With hesitant muscles the man wrenched and pulled until the sound of

anymore contrasting. It took the water at least thirty seconds to empty out. For Charles, it was those same thirty seconds that lasted for an eternity. He actually attempted to stand in front of an excited Robin, but the young man was