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The wheels of Willie’s black, luxury sedan turned until they reached the stopping point in my front yard. Admittedly, it was always good to see him. He’d been my guy for way too many years to count. Seeing him also meant Hank was near. It was always a pleasure to be in his company, even during my darker days.
“Is that Malachi motherfucking Domino in the flesh?” Hank belted, rushing out of the backseat.
“In the flesh.” I nodded.
“Nigga, I almost didn’t recognize you.”
“Shit, for two years, I didn’t recognize my-fucking-self.”
“I’m not sure what changed, but I’m happy it did. It feels good to see you, man. Shit.”
“Thanks, man. It feels good. I feel much better.”
“Damn, man. You don’t know how relieved I am. Malachi Domino,” he chanted. “My man. I knew it wouldn’t be long before you shook back.”
“I can’t take full credit. I had some help.”
“Aussie? I knew she’d be the one to do it.”
“No. Aeir. Her name is Aeir.”
“Oh, shit. You—what? Hold on. What have I missed?”
“A lot. A nigga in love and shit.” I chuckled, shaking my head at the thought. “All in.”
“That’s the only way to be.”
“Where is my goddaughter, anyway?”
His arrival was the perfect excuse to barge in on Aussie and Aeir. Without hesitation, I led him straight to the suite where they were in class.
“Out here in class with Aeir. She’s going to be happy to see you, man. She missed you the last time you came through.”
“I missed her little ass too. I was hoping she was back by now.”
“Yeah. Got back a minute ago. She started homeschool today. You know that shit got her hype.”
“A real nerd, man. What the hell are you going to do with her?”
“I have no idea. I’m still trying to figure it out. Hopefully that won’t be a problem now that I have help.”
“Ah, yeah. You definitely in deep, nigga. Shit, I never imagined you with anyone but Anna. Life’s a real bitch. Take the good young.”
“He does. As long as He lets me have this one for the rest of my life, I’ll forgive Him for the last one. I’ll never forget, though.”
“You can’t. Not a love like that. Rocked from jits til—”
“Until someone ripped her from my world.”
“Any more progress on that situation?”
“Nothing worth reporting. I feel stuck, man. I’m almost ready to give up, but I can’t.”
“And you won’t. We won’t. Nigga, I don’t give a fuck if we’re eighty when we figure this shit out; we hanging out the station wagon dumping.”
“Damn right.”
Knock.
