The Death of 1977 (Book 3)

The scenery, at least in Lynnette's eyes, was drastically changing. She honestly could no longer tell just where in the city she was. On one hand, it made her feel somewhat relieved that Cypress was no longer under the hex of economic and social collapse, on the other, however, after so many years, not being able to recognize one street after another only made her realize that not only could she and Isaiah be lost, but that perhaps her moving to another city may have been ill-advised altogether.

"Mom, the GPS is going haywire." Isaiah poked an irritated finger at the digital console inside his vehicle's dashboard. "West 7th is around here somewhere, but this thing keeps telling us 100 yards. We're coming up on 100 yards and all I see is 5th Blvd."

Lynnette said nothing; she just held her breath in anticipation of something, anything. She watched in dread as the numbers on the street posts changed until "the" right one appeared right before her skittish eyes.

"Right there," her shaky right index finger dreadfully pointed at 7th Blvd.

"Finally," Isaiah huffed as he turned right on the road.

Lynnette saw the sign as they entered onto the Blvd that read Eastern Estates on a pristine all white board that was posted right at the corner. The woman gawked from one side of the street to the other where one floor cottages all resided. There were white people of varying ages either walking or jogging up and down the freshly paved sidewalks. Shaved lawns and colorful flower beds made for a picture perfect, unrecognizable landscape, while expensive vehicles sat idly by in front of the homes.

"Stop here." Lynnette's tongue fumbled.

On a dime, Isaiah stopped the jeep right in front of a specific home. All around could be heard birds chirping and a couple of dogs barking in a nearby distance. Isaiah couldn't help but to sit and watch his flabbergasted mother soak in the lavish atmosphere.

"I can tell by the paleness in your face that this neighborhood looks a whole lot different than it did way back then." He smirked at his mom.

Lynnette couldn't even answer at first, she just sat with her mouth wide open and her eyes bugged out like she was visiting another planet.

Clearing her dry throat, she replied, "Back then, the only time we saw white people in this neighborhood was when the police drove by."

Looking past her, Isaiah pointed and asked, "Is that where we first lived?"

Lynnette gradually turned her head and muttered ever so softly, "Yeah. Yeah it was. Of course it didn't look like this back then either."

"I can imagine."

Lynnette couldn't move. She couldn't even sweat. She was freezing cold from her head all the way down to the soles of her feet. She figured she would have been a mountain of emotion, but just sitting in her seat was all she could do.

"The last time we were here, you had a sinus infection." She stated with her eyes still directed at the home. "I had to walk all the way down to the corner store, in the freezing cold morning, just to get you some medicine."

Isaiah leaned back in his seat as his eyes shifted back and forth, from the house and to his mother. Then, without any kind of thought whatsoever, Lynnette pulled the latch on the door and proceeded to get out.

there?" Isaiah blurted out

didn't reply. She simply began walking towards the house like a led zombie. Isaiah

you okay?" He

Lynnette would not answer. She kept walking and walking until she met up with the porch where she stepped up the stairs and

center. Lynnette stood for at least two whole minutes before her eyes caught sight of the doorbell down to the right of her. Once more, her thought process was vacant. She just pressed the button and waited. Beyond the door she could hear footsteps coming closer and closer. That was when she began to

"Can I

"I mean...I'm sorry. My name is Lynnette Glover. I know this is gonna sound strange, but, I used to live

amused, the man

"Yes, sir," she held her breath. "This here is my son, Isaiah." She pointed behind her. "We didn't come to bother you or intrude; I would just like

The man carefully studied both Lynnette and Isaiah before he smiled and nodded. "Sure,

energy and bravery as she could accumulate, Lynnette stepped inside the clean

"Oh, we have company." A young, perky, white woman appeared from out

And by the way, my name is

you both." Lynnette

Isaiah." Austin presented. "They used to live

that right?" Leia, with an oven mitt on her right hand asked. "We actually moved in here two

pretty nice here." Austin added. "What was it

with the chic living room that appeared two sizes bigger

"Well, to tell you the truth, it was a dump way back then." She giggled. "This whole city was that way. You guys are lucky to have been born

Austin, Leia and Isaiah all stood

to forgive my mother." Lynnette could hear her

see the basement

to twist her head to the left to spot one more room on the tour. She stood and stared down the hallway at one closed door. Lynnette was determined not to stand around and allow fear and hesitation to cause her to wait. It

bathroom door. Her right hand was trembling as it reached out for the knob. With her shaking hand she twisted and turned the knob until it unlocked and opened. At once, a rush of fragrant heat blasted Lynnette right in the face. It was so vicious that it nearly

places they had been years earlier. All around were men's and women's personal hygiene products, as well as a small picture of Austin and Leia posing in front of Niagara Falls

forehead, and her teeth were beginning to hurt. Lynnette just couldn't take her eyes off of the floor. She tried and tried, but the longer

okay

her eyes and inhaled the fresh linen scent from the Glade

"Yeah...here I come!"