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Authors: Brother Dash
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y’all met. She wouldn’t let you stay friends with your ex-girlfriend, if she knew.”
“Number one, no one let's me do anything. Secondly, Jenae and I have a solid and secure relationship. Nobody has anything to worry about.”
"Oh really? So why haven’t you ever told Jenae that one of your best friends, the sexy and rich redhead Andrea, was somebody you used to screw for like three years huh? Huh, Mr. Secure?”
“Look, it just never came up okay? And since there isn’t anything going on between Andrea and I, I don’t feel the need to upset Jenae with unnecessary distractions.”
“An unnecessary distraction? That’s your story?…You know Andrea still want you right?”
“Tanaka, no she doesn’t. And even if she did it doesn’t matter. I love Jenae. Jenae only.”
“Look I know that. I know how loyal you are. Which is crazy if you ask me. That wouldn’t be me. I mean all the attention you get from females? You always got some fine ass woman approaching you and trying to—“
Tanaka pauses as a young boy rolls up to the park bench on a blue hover board and stares at Chase. The child stands about chest high, wearing army green cargo shorts, and a bold orange comic hero T-shirt. He appears to be no more than seven or eight years old.
“Well, hello young man,” Chase says kneeling to the boy’s height. “Are you okay? Are you lost or something?”
“Here,” the young boy says.
He pokes his little arm up to Chase’s face and shoves a letter sized envelope under his nose causing Chase to angle his head back.
“Okay. Uh, so what is this?“ Chase asks.
The little boy shrugs.
”I don't know."
"You don't know? Why are you handing this to me then?” Chase asks.
“Yeah, and who are you anyway?" Tanaka says to the boy.
"Ain't none of your business who I am,” the little boy snaps.
"What? Who the hell you think you talking to like that?” Tanaka says.
Chase raises his palm for Tanaka to pause.
"Is this envelope for me? What is it?” Chase asks.
"I said I don't know,” the boy says with a Brooklyn bluntness.
“Little punk. You better fix your face,” Tanaka says with a pointed finger.
“Look, the man said he give me five bucks to give the envelope to the tall dude standing next to the crazy acting Chinese nigga.”
"The what? Now that’s just racist yo. First of all I’m not even Chinese, I’m Japa—"
"Naka, not now,” Chase interrupts.
Chase rises and scans the park for the man the child mentioned.
"Where?" he says to the boy.
"I ain't no snitch," he replies.
Chase kneels.
“Look at me. Now I’m going to ask you just one more time little boy. Who told you to give this to me?“
The child looks at the small parking lot near Joramelon Street. Chase pops back up and shields his eyes from the sun. He pans left to right and back again. He looks down at the child and shrugs. The child shrugs back.
“I don’t know. They was standing there just a minute ago.”
“They? What did they look like?”
“Uh, I don’t know. One was about your size. He was wearing a suit. The other guy was really, really big. And fat. Like Juggernaut from the X-Men.”
Chase clenches his fist.
“Hey, ain't you gonna open it? I'll give him a message back for another five bucks," the child says with a devilish grin. Tanaka’s face turns foul.
“Whoever sent you ain’t around anymore you little hustler. Get outta here.”
The little boy scrunches his face and sticks his tongue out at Tanaka. He hops on the hover board and whizzes toward the playground near the pier.
Chase looks at the envelope and then looks up toward the parking lot. No one that fits the little boy’s description can be seen. Chase pokes his finger in the envelope’s flap and pops it open. He removes a tuft of paper and unfolds it. His eyes pop.
“Whoa. Dude. Look at your face. You okay? You look like you just got some horrible news. What does the note say? We gotta handle some business or something? Cause you
“Number one, no one let's me do anything. Secondly, Jenae and I have a solid and secure relationship. Nobody has anything to worry about.”
"Oh really? So why haven’t you ever told Jenae that one of your best friends, the sexy and rich redhead Andrea, was somebody you used to screw for like three years huh? Huh, Mr. Secure?”
“Look, it just never came up okay? And since there isn’t anything going on between Andrea and I, I don’t feel the need to upset Jenae with unnecessary distractions.”
“An unnecessary distraction? That’s your story?…You know Andrea still want you right?”
“Tanaka, no she doesn’t. And even if she did it doesn’t matter. I love Jenae. Jenae only.”
“Look I know that. I know how loyal you are. Which is crazy if you ask me. That wouldn’t be me. I mean all the attention you get from females? You always got some fine ass woman approaching you and trying to—“
Tanaka pauses as a young boy rolls up to the park bench on a blue hover board and stares at Chase. The child stands about chest high, wearing army green cargo shorts, and a bold orange comic hero T-shirt. He appears to be no more than seven or eight years old.
“Well, hello young man,” Chase says kneeling to the boy’s height. “Are you okay? Are you lost or something?”
“Here,” the young boy says.
He pokes his little arm up to Chase’s face and shoves a letter sized envelope under his nose causing Chase to angle his head back.
“Okay. Uh, so what is this?“ Chase asks.
The little boy shrugs.
”I don't know."
"You don't know? Why are you handing this to me then?” Chase asks.
“Yeah, and who are you anyway?" Tanaka says to the boy.
"Ain't none of your business who I am,” the little boy snaps.
"What? Who the hell you think you talking to like that?” Tanaka says.
Chase raises his palm for Tanaka to pause.
"Is this envelope for me? What is it?” Chase asks.
"I said I don't know,” the boy says with a Brooklyn bluntness.
“Little punk. You better fix your face,” Tanaka says with a pointed finger.
“Look, the man said he give me five bucks to give the envelope to the tall dude standing next to the crazy acting Chinese nigga.”
"The what? Now that’s just racist yo. First of all I’m not even Chinese, I’m Japa—"
"Naka, not now,” Chase interrupts.
Chase rises and scans the park for the man the child mentioned.
"Where?" he says to the boy.
"I ain't no snitch," he replies.
Chase kneels.
“Look at me. Now I’m going to ask you just one more time little boy. Who told you to give this to me?“
The child looks at the small parking lot near Joramelon Street. Chase pops back up and shields his eyes from the sun. He pans left to right and back again. He looks down at the child and shrugs. The child shrugs back.
“I don’t know. They was standing there just a minute ago.”
“They? What did they look like?”
“Uh, I don’t know. One was about your size. He was wearing a suit. The other guy was really, really big. And fat. Like Juggernaut from the X-Men.”
Chase clenches his fist.
“Hey, ain't you gonna open it? I'll give him a message back for another five bucks," the child says with a devilish grin. Tanaka’s face turns foul.
“Whoever sent you ain’t around anymore you little hustler. Get outta here.”
The little boy scrunches his face and sticks his tongue out at Tanaka. He hops on the hover board and whizzes toward the playground near the pier.
Chase looks at the envelope and then looks up toward the parking lot. No one that fits the little boy’s description can be seen. Chase pokes his finger in the envelope’s flap and pops it open. He removes a tuft of paper and unfolds it. His eyes pop.
“Whoa. Dude. Look at your face. You okay? You look like you just got some horrible news. What does the note say? We gotta handle some business or something? Cause you
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