forgot; I'm her father.”
I bit my tongue, swallowed hard, and spoke. “Tony, I didn't come in here to take your wife's place or run your house. I just figured maybe we could make it out there as a family, and have Krystle sit down with her. She could possibly identify and learn some things from her.”
“You can go Courtney, but I'm not, and neither is Krystle. I'm running late, call you later,” he said, grabbing another slice of grilled cheese, and then walking swiftly out the door.
He struck a nerve with me and I'm sure I struck one with him, but I wasn't trying to. I thought that would have been a great idea. Maybe with Momma and Krystle having the same thing, they could talk. I put Krystle’s lunch on the silver tray as usual and was about to head towards her room when the AC turned on, pushing two pieces of paper off the breakfast bar right in front of me. I put the tray back down, bent over to pick up the sheets, and realized it was the power of attorney, signed and notarized. “That boy never puts up anything!” I said aloud. All of a sudden, it hit me; needing Tony's approval was now null and void. I made up my mind; Krystle was coming with me Sunday. If this is something that can help her to for the better, I have to try it, at least, weigh out my options.
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Getting Krystle out the house was more complicated than I thought it was going to be. Since I've been skipping her meds in her soup every day, she's slowly showing some signs of her old self, except for some things. She used to be excited to leave, but lately, she’d rather stay in her room writing or sleeping. I'm glad I convinced her to take this ride with me.
“Where are we going again?” she asked, staring out the window watching as we passed the traffic on 610.
I cleared my voice before speaking and adjusted myself in the driver seat. “To meet someone you haven't seen in a very long time.”
I watched as her head went left to right, focusing on each car driving past. “Did you see that?” she asked, sitting straight up.
“No… what was it?” I asked, glancing through the side view mirror. When we stopped at a red light, I looked at her, she began to fidget and started sweating, looking around in horror.
“What's wrong, Krys?” I asked, patting her arm.
“No… no… no!” she repeated, unbuckling her seat belt.
“Calm down,” I said, immediately pressing the lock door button. “What's wrong with you?”
I needed to do something fast to calm down this situation, so when the light turned green I sped off and pulled into a parking lot I had seen. In just that little time, Krystle had made her way to the back seat shaking crying and still sweating. Unbuckling my seatbelt, I got out of the front seat, and into the back with her, rubbing her back.
“Don't touch me!” she flinched. “Bishop is following us.”
“What?” I said, looking up from her and out the window.
“In every car he's there, looking at me, I just… I just wanna go home.”
“Sit up for me honey, okay, he was not in every car, he's dead,” I said, pulling her to me, rubbing the back of her head.
“Okay,” she sobbed.
Her breathing started to get light as her heartbeat steadied. When I finally got her to calm down, there was a knock on the back, side window.
“Y'all got some spare change?” the man asked, cuffing the sides of his face, glaring through the window.
Krystle screamed so loud and high, I thought my windshield was going to crack.
“Bishop, get away! Ahhh!”
I jumped out the back seat and walked up boldly to the homeless man. He seemed a little startled, but it didn't stop his begging. “Spare change, sister?”
“Get the fuck away from my car!”
“Oh, it's like that? Fuck you then, bitch! You ain't got no money no way!” he yelled before kicking my car, leaving a dirty shoe print on the side.
Krystle was still in the car screaming when I turned my attention back to her. I pulled the car door
I bit my tongue, swallowed hard, and spoke. “Tony, I didn't come in here to take your wife's place or run your house. I just figured maybe we could make it out there as a family, and have Krystle sit down with her. She could possibly identify and learn some things from her.”
“You can go Courtney, but I'm not, and neither is Krystle. I'm running late, call you later,” he said, grabbing another slice of grilled cheese, and then walking swiftly out the door.
He struck a nerve with me and I'm sure I struck one with him, but I wasn't trying to. I thought that would have been a great idea. Maybe with Momma and Krystle having the same thing, they could talk. I put Krystle’s lunch on the silver tray as usual and was about to head towards her room when the AC turned on, pushing two pieces of paper off the breakfast bar right in front of me. I put the tray back down, bent over to pick up the sheets, and realized it was the power of attorney, signed and notarized. “That boy never puts up anything!” I said aloud. All of a sudden, it hit me; needing Tony's approval was now null and void. I made up my mind; Krystle was coming with me Sunday. If this is something that can help her to for the better, I have to try it, at least, weigh out my options.
***************************
Getting Krystle out the house was more complicated than I thought it was going to be. Since I've been skipping her meds in her soup every day, she's slowly showing some signs of her old self, except for some things. She used to be excited to leave, but lately, she’d rather stay in her room writing or sleeping. I'm glad I convinced her to take this ride with me.
“Where are we going again?” she asked, staring out the window watching as we passed the traffic on 610.
I cleared my voice before speaking and adjusted myself in the driver seat. “To meet someone you haven't seen in a very long time.”
I watched as her head went left to right, focusing on each car driving past. “Did you see that?” she asked, sitting straight up.
“No… what was it?” I asked, glancing through the side view mirror. When we stopped at a red light, I looked at her, she began to fidget and started sweating, looking around in horror.
“What's wrong, Krys?” I asked, patting her arm.
“No… no… no!” she repeated, unbuckling her seat belt.
“Calm down,” I said, immediately pressing the lock door button. “What's wrong with you?”
I needed to do something fast to calm down this situation, so when the light turned green I sped off and pulled into a parking lot I had seen. In just that little time, Krystle had made her way to the back seat shaking crying and still sweating. Unbuckling my seatbelt, I got out of the front seat, and into the back with her, rubbing her back.
“Don't touch me!” she flinched. “Bishop is following us.”
“What?” I said, looking up from her and out the window.
“In every car he's there, looking at me, I just… I just wanna go home.”
“Sit up for me honey, okay, he was not in every car, he's dead,” I said, pulling her to me, rubbing the back of her head.
“Okay,” she sobbed.
Her breathing started to get light as her heartbeat steadied. When I finally got her to calm down, there was a knock on the back, side window.
“Y'all got some spare change?” the man asked, cuffing the sides of his face, glaring through the window.
Krystle screamed so loud and high, I thought my windshield was going to crack.
“Bishop, get away! Ahhh!”
I jumped out the back seat and walked up boldly to the homeless man. He seemed a little startled, but it didn't stop his begging. “Spare change, sister?”
“Get the fuck away from my car!”
“Oh, it's like that? Fuck you then, bitch! You ain't got no money no way!” he yelled before kicking my car, leaving a dirty shoe print on the side.
Krystle was still in the car screaming when I turned my attention back to her. I pulled the car door
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