his calls or the texts he’d sent. It was forty after eight and she still hadn’t arrived. He looked up to see a woman arrive at the table. She looked familiar, but also looked a little lost.
“I think I might’ve just figured out why she’s not here. I’m thinking she sent me another woman.”
“What? Oh my … shi … vering rockets! Hello Melanie. Yes, we’ll go see your mother and tell her about big brother. No precioso pequeño (precious little one), I’m not going to leave you. All right, big bro. I’ve gotta go, but you’re telling me about the grand mama that hooks machismos up with the foxy chicas the next time I call.”
“You’re still a dorky ass, Dar. Let me see if my theory is correct. Go do good and all that shit.”
“Of course, it’s what I do. Soon, bro.”
“As always. Love.”
“Twice so, D’Oliver.”
Dario laughed out loud at his brother’s recollection of the name that Momma Norton latched onto. Darien used to call him that when he was younger. His given name is Dario Oliver Dominguez. Once they were adopted, the Dominguez was dropped and they gained the Anderson. Darien would stumble over Dario when he would say Dario’s name, but would get through the syllables of Oliver with no problem. Though, the “v” would become a “b” every time. D’Oliver became the closest version of his name.
It was better than the names he was given from his less than stellar parents. The best one he was given was “dod” (because of his initials). Darien’s was a little worse. Darien Ulysses Dominguez was given “dud” for the same reason. They were “Dod” and “Dud” anytime the gruesome twosome were high off their daily efforts. Those two thought it was the funniest thing ever. It was their version of “dumb and dumber”. The two should never have been allowed to have children. If they hadn’t though then the Andersons would never have had the two boys they regularly let know they were adored, prayed for, and were a welcome addition to their family. Even if took a moment for Dario to accept the new life they had and the fact that adult people actually did care for their children along with their well-being.
Emily Anderson, his and Darien’s mother, stated that the two of them were night and day when it came to listening to and following rules. Darien has always been the one to make sure to keep his nose clean and stay out of trouble. Dario felt like living like that meant that his life was going to be forever boring. He needed to try things that might be considered dangerous. Everything needed to be attempted once. He hadn’t met a dare that he hadn’t conquered.
Mr. and Mrs. Noel Anderson didn’t share his beliefs about rules and regulations. There was a time when every adult he knew feared for his safety and livelihood. He was on a destructive path for a while until Lynnie arrived and shook up his at thirteen-year-old world. Not many knew how much trouble a kid who wasn’t even a teenager could get into. They’d gone to live with the Andersons when Darien was four and he was seven. He’d already been initiated into the meaning of life on the streets because of his whore birth mother and heroin addict father. For the longest, he believed the life he was leading with the junkies, pushers, tricks, and thugs was the life of being with “family.”
A day running the streets with the wrong crowd landed him in a place he never wanted to return to. The fact that he’d left his brother unprotected and threatened by enemies of the ring leader of that crowd was his wake-up call. He didn’t find out until years later that a visit from Mr. Anderson and a few of his “friends” kept him, his brother, and their new mother safe from any retaliation. He walked the straight and narrow after that. A few days later, Dario caught sight of the lovely Lynnie. That was all she wrote.
He could clearly see that she deserved to have someone good, smart, and willing to do the
“I think I might’ve just figured out why she’s not here. I’m thinking she sent me another woman.”
“What? Oh my … shi … vering rockets! Hello Melanie. Yes, we’ll go see your mother and tell her about big brother. No precioso pequeño (precious little one), I’m not going to leave you. All right, big bro. I’ve gotta go, but you’re telling me about the grand mama that hooks machismos up with the foxy chicas the next time I call.”
“You’re still a dorky ass, Dar. Let me see if my theory is correct. Go do good and all that shit.”
“Of course, it’s what I do. Soon, bro.”
“As always. Love.”
“Twice so, D’Oliver.”
Dario laughed out loud at his brother’s recollection of the name that Momma Norton latched onto. Darien used to call him that when he was younger. His given name is Dario Oliver Dominguez. Once they were adopted, the Dominguez was dropped and they gained the Anderson. Darien would stumble over Dario when he would say Dario’s name, but would get through the syllables of Oliver with no problem. Though, the “v” would become a “b” every time. D’Oliver became the closest version of his name.
It was better than the names he was given from his less than stellar parents. The best one he was given was “dod” (because of his initials). Darien’s was a little worse. Darien Ulysses Dominguez was given “dud” for the same reason. They were “Dod” and “Dud” anytime the gruesome twosome were high off their daily efforts. Those two thought it was the funniest thing ever. It was their version of “dumb and dumber”. The two should never have been allowed to have children. If they hadn’t though then the Andersons would never have had the two boys they regularly let know they were adored, prayed for, and were a welcome addition to their family. Even if took a moment for Dario to accept the new life they had and the fact that adult people actually did care for their children along with their well-being.
Emily Anderson, his and Darien’s mother, stated that the two of them were night and day when it came to listening to and following rules. Darien has always been the one to make sure to keep his nose clean and stay out of trouble. Dario felt like living like that meant that his life was going to be forever boring. He needed to try things that might be considered dangerous. Everything needed to be attempted once. He hadn’t met a dare that he hadn’t conquered.
Mr. and Mrs. Noel Anderson didn’t share his beliefs about rules and regulations. There was a time when every adult he knew feared for his safety and livelihood. He was on a destructive path for a while until Lynnie arrived and shook up his at thirteen-year-old world. Not many knew how much trouble a kid who wasn’t even a teenager could get into. They’d gone to live with the Andersons when Darien was four and he was seven. He’d already been initiated into the meaning of life on the streets because of his whore birth mother and heroin addict father. For the longest, he believed the life he was leading with the junkies, pushers, tricks, and thugs was the life of being with “family.”
A day running the streets with the wrong crowd landed him in a place he never wanted to return to. The fact that he’d left his brother unprotected and threatened by enemies of the ring leader of that crowd was his wake-up call. He didn’t find out until years later that a visit from Mr. Anderson and a few of his “friends” kept him, his brother, and their new mother safe from any retaliation. He walked the straight and narrow after that. A few days later, Dario caught sight of the lovely Lynnie. That was all she wrote.
He could clearly see that she deserved to have someone good, smart, and willing to do the
Similar Books
