“I feel better knowing someone is checking them out. How has bingo been?”
“I knew damn well you wasn’t feeling it, and bingo is fine. I hit a couple times last week.” It got quiet and nothing could be heard but chewing so I knew the questions about work were coming back up.
“So, how’s the big story going?”
“I’m still working on it.”
“I still don’t want you to do it, but I know how much it means to you. Just promise me you get that sick ass bitch put away for a long time.”
“That’s always been the plan mama, and I know you don’t want to bring all that hurt back up. But I feel like this will be our closure.”
“I guess you’re right.”
“I went to go see Poetic Pain the other day and I could tell something happened to him as well, but he won’t talk. I know something had to happen with him he was one of her first child actors. I just don’t know how to get him to talk.”
“Tatum, promise me you’ll let that young man talk on his own time. Please don’t find out that man’s business and spread it all around. This is a touchy subject and that young man has a lot to lose he’s so successful. If those horrible things happened to him, I’m so happy to see that he’s come this far and didn’t let it take over. I wish my baby was stronger than what he was.” My mama said in between sniffles.
I stopped eating and got up and sat next to her and hugged her. We held each other and cried for what seemed like forever. We both needed this every once in a while. I knew this was a touchy topic, but we always talked to each other about it. I wasn’t going to rest until that bitch was in jail for life. After talking to my mama some more I decided to send Poetic Pain an email apologizing for popping up and asked him could we go on a lunch date. I knew I was pushing it but hell it didn’t hurt to try. I figured I would tell him the story about my brother to see where his head was after that.
