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Now, since neither of us had a reason to be there, other than going to Port Lucaya to see the show and going to the beach every day, we stayed in the room, fucked, slept, ordered room service and talked. Cortisha and I stayed there for two more days before we flew back to Nassau.
When I got back to the hotel, Felicia was mad that I was gone for three days.
“It only take a day for me to hear that you sail off to Freeport with Cortisha Walker and this was she big surprise,” she said and here again, Felicia seemed to be cool with it, so I said nothing. She stepped out of her shoes. “You could have, at the very least, let me know that you were gone,” she said and came out of her dress.
As for Cortisha, she was only there for another couple of days before her vacation was over and she had to fly back to England.
“I would offer you my number, but I know you won’t call and I noticed that you haven’t offered me yours, so I guess this is goodbye,” Cortisha told me and then she kissed me on the cheek. “It was fun,” she said and shut the door.
I stayed in Nassau for another week before I left, but I still wasn’t ready to go home. From there I flew to Martinique, St Lucia and then to Grenada. I stayed a few days on each of those islands and from there, I flew to Barbados.
I really liked Barbados and probably would have stayed longer but on my first night there, I got into what I considered to be a simple misunderstanding over some money and a woman. My desire not to kill anybody, coupled with the fact that I had no gun, caused me to leave there and travel to Trinidad.
Trini was nice too. I really liked it. The women were hot, and they were very friendly, so I stayed there for two weeks before something occurred to me. I was in the southern Caribbean and had been to just about every island except one. It was like I was avoiding it and I probably was. That next day, I caught a flight to Kingstown, Saint Vincent.
Once my flight landed at E. T. Joshua Airport, I took a cab to the Grenadine House. Now that I was here, I needed to decide why I was there. Was I there just to visit the place I was born or was I there to look for, as Wanda called him, my long-lost daddy? At this point, I wasn’t sure, so I decided to get a drink and think about it.
I left my room and went down to The West Indies Bar, and as luck would have it, I arrived in time for happy hour.
“What can I get for you?” the cutie bartender asked.
“Remy Martin, neat.”
Her cutie smile turned to a frown. “I’m sorry sir, but we only have Hennessy.”
Now it was me frowning. “If that’s all you have.”
“Would you care for the VS, the VSOP or the XO?”
“Since its Henny, make it the XO,” I said and was on my fourth round before I made a decision. I was there to meet my father and if that were the case, I needed to get a plan on how I was going to go about finding him. But I figured this would be as good a place as any to start.
“Do you know a man named Fenton Laurent?”
“No, sorry, I don’t.”
And that is how I spent the next two days. I ate and drank and went to the beach and asked that same question; “Do you know a man named Fenton Laurent?”
And I kept asking until on the second night, I was in a bar drinking when somebody said, “Yes, I know Fenton.”
Now that I found somebody that knew him, what now?
“I’d like to meet him.”
“Why?” the man asked.
“I was born here, and he is one of the few people that I remember my mother mentioning.”
He nodded his head. “I understand.”
“What’s your name, sir?”
“Bunny Davies.”
“Mike Black,” I said, and we shook hands. “Pleased to meet you.”
“Same here. What’s your mother’s name?”
“Emily Black.”
