“How did it feel?”
“What?”
“Losing your parents.”
A pain soared through my chest.
“Like the end of my world.”
“How’d it begin again?”
I shook my head and pulled in a heap of air, filling my lungs.
“Prayer,” I breathed out. “And, the idea that one day the person who ended their lives will be at the other end of my gun. I won’t hesitate to shoot.”
“You know who d–”
I shook my head.
“Nah. Not exactly. But, I will know.”
“How?”
Because I don’t forget a voice.I won’t ever forgetthatvoice.
“I’ll know.”
We both chewed the bacon she passed back and forth.
“Shower?”
She nodded, a smile curling her lips into a smile.
“Get your head out of the gutter,” I chuckled.
“You first.”
I shook my head.
“Exactly.”
“Flocco!”Nevaeh called out as I slid into my whip.
“What’s up?”
“I made some greens the other day. I saw you had company so I didn’t want to disrupt. But, I froze them for you.”
“Appreciate that.”
“Here they are,” she said, holding up a large zip lock bag full of greens.
“I’m headed out right now. Put ‘em back in the freezer. I’ll get ‘em tomorrow.”
“Okay. They’ll be waiting.”
Nevaeh headed back inside of her crib. I started my whip and backed out of my driveway with a few things on my mind:
