Tears on a Sunday Afternoon - Michael Presley [73]
I sat down on the chair that I had used to mount her, my jeans at the heels of my feet.
“What did you do with the gun?” Julie sat on the table next to me, her legs swinging back and forth.
I lifted my head up to make eye contact with her. “I shot Malcolm to death.”
Julie kept looking at me. Then she spoke very softly. “Was it an accident?”
“Yes,” I said. “I was trying to scare him but he tried to take the gun away from me and it went off.”
“It’s obvious that you didn’t call the police. That was very smart of you.”
“If I had, tomorrow would never be.”
“Exactly. Did anyone see you?”
“I doubt it. It was late in the park. Everyone is scared of the park at night; unless it’s a person walking a dog. Some people care more about their pets than their own safety.”
Julie came over and stood behind my chair. “Everything will be okay, Donald. After tomorrow, everything will fall into place.”
I reached out and put my hands around her waist. “Yeah, tomorrow we start over.”
Chapter 20
1ST DAY
I awoke to the birds chirping on the lawn outside. I had left Julie’s house around two in the morning after she had given me a much needed blow job. The exploits of the evening had evaporated all my energy and the comforts of my bed sent me into REM as soon as my head hit the pillow. I woke up and went into the shower. When I got out of the shower, my son had taken residence on my bed.
“What’s up, Son?” I asked, walking by the bed on my way to the closet.
“Grandma called and asked if anyone had seen Granddad,” he said.
“Did you see him?” I asked, taking out a pair of jeans and a shirt from my closet.
“No. Do you think she still wants me to come over there after school?” Emerald asked.
“I’m sure she does. Phillip, her driver, is picking you up, right?”
“Yep, Grandma said she’ll come with him. That means we’ll stop and get ice cream.” Emerald was smiling.
I zipped up my jeans. “Don’t eat too much ice cream; you might get a bellyache. I’ll pick you up from Grandma’s around nine and will take you on a surprise trip.”
“Where are we going?” Emerald asked.
“If I told you, then it wouldn’t be a secret, would it?” I lifted him up into my arms.
“I guess so,” he said.
“Do you know how much I love you?” I said, kissing him on the cheek.
“A lot.” He had a beautiful smile on his face.
“Yes, my son, a whole lot. Now go with your mommy.” I put him back down on the ground.
He ran out of the room. “See you later, Dad. I love you.”
I left my suit in the car as I walked into a small Jamaican restaurant named McKenzie’s on Avenue L in Brooklyn. As usual, the seating part of the restaurant was empty but there was a line for takeout. I went up to the counter and ordered a small oxtail dinner. I waited for the young woman to give me the food; then I took it back to a booth. As soon as I had put down the food, my cell phone rang. I looked at the number. It was a number I hadn’t seen before. When I answered, Donna was on the other end.
I separated a small piece of fat from the oxtail. “Yeah, Donna. Any changes?”
“No, everything is on schedule. Don’t forget to make eye contact with Kathleen before you move in. Once you’re finished, we’ll meet under the bridge as planned.” The excitement was evident in her voice.
“All right; I’ll see you later.”
I closed the phone and put it down on the table. The next time I expected to hear from Donna was when her boss and Kathleen left the office. At that time, I would be at least a block away from there. The briefcase in the trunk of my car was about five inches larger than a normal