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“There’s no one who loves m—no one is going to cal—”
With eyes narrowed to slits, Makai questioned, “What’d you say, Glacier?”
I pushed the lump of air down my throat, looking over at him as he waited for me to repeat myself.
“Nothing.”
“Nah, what did you say?”
“No one is going to call.”
“Before that.”
“Makai.”
“Before that, Mommas. What did you say?”
“It’s nothing.” I waved it off, pushing forward because I was desperate to escape the moment. The pain in my chest felt anything but delightful. If I stayed any longer, it would spill down my eyes and onto my cheeks.
“Don’t walk away from me. Don’t do that, G.”
Turning in his direction as the prickling of my eyes began, I asked, “Is that your way of detaching?”
“Detaching?”
“Calling me that or anything else for the matter?”
“You call this detaching?” he asked, stepping closer to me. “Hmm? You call this shit detaching? I’m a nigga with textbook memory, had it since a jit. I recall definitions like most people recall numbers and shapes and shit. Me, it’s words, always have been words. The last time I checked my shit, what’s happening here is the exact opposite of whatever you’re making up in your head, baby girl.
“It’s a way for me to establish a connection when I’m feeling disconnected. I guess that’s the third thing you should know about me. I disconnect easily. So easily that there’s rarely a connection, to begin with. But with you, shit was a little different. Shit was a little spooky and a nigga ain’t never been scared of shit.
“It’s the same connection that I felt when I answered your call that has me on vacation, all in my chest, trying to figure out why the fuck you ain’t got nobody loving on you—and I’m not talking about a nigga unless he’s ’bout ready to lose his life because that’s his only option at this point.”
“My grandmother,” I admitted.
“Ya granny.”
“Yes. She has dementia. She don’t always remember me but she remembers she loves me, no matter the time or the day. For me, that’s enough.”
Nodding, he accepted my answer. He stared down at me, his height giving him the advantage. He laid a hand on my cheek, tilting his head to the left.
“I’m not detaching. I’m simply trying to establish a solid connection while making sense of the one that’s already in place.”
This time, my head bobbed up and down in understanding. I rubbed away the aching of my chest, listening as Makai spoke again.
“We’re here to have a good time, Mommas. Get out of here,” he demanded, pointing to my head. “And here.” He pointed to my chest. “And I’ma do the same.”
“Okay,” I agreed.
He leaned in and pecked me on the lips. I watched as he slid his hand into the side of his bag and removed a small gold hardshell case. He opened it to reveal neatly rolled enhancements I was sure included marijuana.
“One thing you should know about me,” confidently, I belted.
“Yeah?”
“What’s that?”
“I don’t share. Under any circumstances.”
