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I put my hand on his shoulder.
“Thanks for coming.” Bubba put his hand on mine.
He’d loved our dad. The man only had enough love for one son.
My brother’s suffering touched me for just a moment until he said, “I'll let you know about the arrangements.”
I stuck my hands in my pockets. “What makes you think I would come? Wouldn't that be bad for you? Someone might find out you're not who you claim to be.”
I looked at Levi standing in the corner, he laughed under his breath.
“Nobody is going to be there who doesn't already know. It's not going to be a big deal. I thought you might like to say a few words.”
“I'd like to say that Edward Strict led a good life. And all that bullshit. But you know how I feel about the man.”
“Listen, Felicia is going to be there. And my son. And that's what I need to talk to you about.”
“Well, spill it. I ain't got all day.”
I still needed to talk to Sky.
“Could you call off your man? You notice I don't have any security breathing down my neck.” Bubba spoke of Levi who loomed over us.
“Well, where are they? Out in the limo?”
“The waiting room.”
“Leviathan. Go down the hall. Get me a coffee if you don’t mind.”
My head still felt like a ball of broken glass.
Leviathan did just that, but he was no Goliath.
Bubba started and stopped about three times. “You might wanna sit down for this.”
“It's that big, whatever you have to tell me? What is it? Did you win a Grammy?”
“Brother, this is serious. I'm coming clean. Dad dying has really put some things in perspective for me. I’ve not been a good father.”
“No shit, brother. You barely see that kid.”
“That's because he's not my kid, Beau.”
“Felicia had a kid with another man. Is that why you left her?”
“Good. You're figuring it out.”
“So, why have you claimed Johnny is your child this whole time?”
“Felicia thinks he is.”
This sounded like my situation with Sky.
“The little fucker looks just like you, Bubba,” I assured him. “What's the problem? Are you tired of paying child support?”
“I know Johnny ain’t my kid because I had a snip, snip.” He made a cutting motion with his fingers.
“You had a what now?”
