Port-au-Prince.
âBut not me, no. I have no truck with gangs. I go to work instead.â He flexed his large long-fingered hands. âI make things for to sell. That is how I meet your grandmama.â
âHe was selling voodoo dolls for the tourists,â Mémé yelled from the kitchen. âI had to kick him off the sidewalk.â
Pépé chuckled. âYour grandmama has ears like a cat. But it is true. I was selling in front of her mamaâs shop. But I charm her.â
âHe was very charming,â Mémé said.
As we set up the board for another game, he asked me how school was going. Pépé was always curious about highschool. He had only an eighth-grade education, so to him the higher grades were like a mythical world in which the secrets of the universe were being taught. My world was as mysterious to him as his Haitian childhood was to me.
I found myself telling him about how a lot of kids were using drugs. He asked me how they got them. I told him about Jon Brande. I donât know why, but I had always found it easy to tell Pépé things I would never tell my parents. He was a good listener, and he never tut-tutted me or made me feel stupid.
âThis boy, he sounds like a
djab
,â he said.
âWhatâs that?â
âA spirit person. Powerful and most dangerous. You avoid him?â
âI try. Only he thinks I owe him money, so â¦â
Pépé became serious. âYou borrow money from this
djab?
â
âNo!â
âFrançois, donât you be filling that boyâs head up with that nonsense!â Mémé shouted from the kitchen.
Pépé rolled his eyes and winked at me. He moved a checker forward and lowered his voice. âYou need money?â
I shook my head. I knew Pépé and Mémé had hardly enough money to get by. Pépé worked as a janitor for an insurance company downtown, and Mémé had a parttime job teaching French at a charter school. I wasnât about to give their rent money to Jon Brande.
For a few minutes we played checkers without talking. I saw an opportunity and made what I thought was asneaky move, but Pépé said, âYou do not want to do that.â
âWhy?â
âLook at the board.â
I looked at the board, and after a few seconds I saw the trap he had laid for me. I took my move back.
âYou must always think three moves ahead,â he said.
âThreeâs a lot.â
âNot so much if you use your
tête.
â
I used my
tête
âthat means âheadââand came up with another move.
âBetter,â said Pépé. âWhat you going to do about this
djab?
â
âI donât know. I have a friend, he says to not pay. Now Jonâs mad at him, too.â I told him about Shayne and about the fight with Trey. Pépé listened. When Iâd finished talking, he reached out a long index finger and slid a checker forward.
âNow you got two
djabs,
â he said.
âTreyâs a
djab
too?â
âNo. The boy who fights for you.â
âShayneâs not a
djab,
heâs a good guy,â I said.
â
Djabs
are not good or bad. Maybe they cancel each other out.â
Mémé came out with two glasses of lemonade and plunked them down on the table. âDonât listen to this crazy old man,â she said. âYou have a problem with a boy at school, you go to your teachers. Or the police.â She stomped back to the kitchen.
Pépé leaned over the checkerboard and whispered, âShe does not understand
djabs.
â
21. MIKEY
Monday morning, six forty-five, I was in my underwear trying to decide between my navy-blue double-breasted and my charcoal-gray three-piece when I heard a motorcycle engine, then a
bleet-bleet
from the driveway. I looked out my bedroom window to see Jon Brande sitting on his bike. Something was wrong with his face. I put on my glasses for
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