Beverly knew Bruce would like the wings and French fries. WestGlow had the best wings in the city, but very few people knew it.
“I have to admit that was pretty good,” Bruce said as he wiped his hands with wet naps.
“I told ya,” Margo slurred.
Cootie, two of his girls, Junebug, and Lee came over.
“Hey, guys. What’s up?” Deronda greeted.
“Sup,” Junebug greeted flatly.
Beverly made the quick introductions. Cootie and Bruce said th
Seventy-something year old attorney, Jackson Milton, was roused out of his sleep by the phone ringing at his bedside. He opened his eyes to see his alarm clock said five-o-nine in the morning. He cleared his throat and reached for his phone. He had a regular landline. His cell phone was in the other room. Jackson hated that thing and avoided using it as much as possible. Being as old as he was, he didn’t grow up in the age of technology. When he knew he was going to be home, he had the calls from his cell forwarded to his landline. Only a client would call this early or a family member calling about an emergency. “Hello?” he answered sleepily. “Who is this? Where&rsq
Bruce and Beverly walked side by side down the steps with everyone behind them. They had all cheered with joy when he had told them that all the charges had been dropped. “Ooo, look y’all a stretch!” Deronda shouted with excitement. “I know you gonna give us a ride back to the Bronx, Bruiser,” Cootie said with expectation. “Why not? I’m already two hours late getting any work done, may as well make it another two hours,” Bruce said with a shrug. “Bruiser?” Beverly inquired as they all headed for the limo. “Cootie gave you a nickname already?”
Five days later . . . Eddie was working out in the prison yard with a few guys from his cell block. He was in his late fifties, but he could still keep up with the twenty and thirty-somethings. “Balsom!” a guard shouted harshly. “Yeah!” Eddie answered. “Your lawyers are here to see you!” the guard yelled. The hell? “Yo man, you didn’t tell us you got a lawyer. You tryin’ to appeal your conviction?
Catherine was more than a little dry. She was stale bread. Yet, Beverly nodded and smiled as Catherine rambled on about things no one gave a damn about. It was like if she was introduced to having fun it would kill her on the spot. Bruce is stiff enough as it is. He doesn’t need her help to become a drone. “Beverly, Joanna told me you had just moved into the Alistaire apartment building.” “I have,” Beverly confirmed. “It’s a good building and the manager is excellent. Bruce picked him out himself. I’m sure if there is any problems the building manager will take care of i
Saturday . . . Eddie Balsom was escorted by a guard to the visiting area. From what he understood from the other prisoners, there were booths with telephones in the visiting room. Rows of booths with bullet proof glass between the prisoner and their visitor. Since no one had ever visited Eddie he had never been in the room. It was exactly what the guys had described with white dingy walls. The guard walked Eddie past other cuffed and chained prisoners who were talking to love ones and friends. There was a young broad guy with thick, brown hair sitting at the end of the room on the visitor’s side. His jaw looked like it was chiseled out of stone. It looked like he worked
The weekend had flown by for Bruce. He barely got a moment to himself. He had woken on Saturday morning and headed straight for Rikers. Then he had lunch with Catherine and her parents. He had spent the night at Catherine’s condo. They had sex. It was limiting as usual, but good and he had gone to his room to sleep. Sunday, he had met his family at St. Joseph’s with Catherine in toe for mass. Then, they had lunch at the country club. Catherine had said her goodbyes and left the Hudsons for the rest of the day. The Hudsons had then returned home and had family time with the children in the living room for a few hours. Bruce had left them to work out for a while. Then he had showered and changed to join the family for Sunday dinner. When he had settled down at night during the weekend, visions of Beverly played in his head - what they
Bruce delivered a combo to the heavy bag at Sunshine Gym. An old workout friend, Glenn, was with him. He watched Bruce punish the bag and shift his feet. Bruce and Glenn had been on the wrestling team in high school. They still got together from time to time to work out and catch up. “You’re hitting that thing like you’re mad at it,” Glenn commented. “Why don’t you give that thing a rest and tell me what’s on your mind?” “I don’t have anything on my mind,” Bruce sneered and continued to punch away. Glenn wasn’t as big as Bruce, but he still had a lot of muscle. “Like hell you don’t.”&n
After all was said and done, Trevor and Bruce had gone on like that afternoon had never happened. That’s how it was with the Hudson brothers. They fight like hell, make up, and acted like nothing had happened. What else could they do? They were a family. In hindsight, Bruce realized he had lost control when he had gotten home and snapped. He had been unreasonable. Beverly and Trevor had been single at the time with no attachments. But, Beverly had that effect on him. The thought of another man – no matter who it was touching her made him furious. So furious he wanted to punch something or someone. So, he had. He had almost exposed himself all because he had lost control. He shook his head at his own stupidity.Bruce stared at the ceiling as he lyed in b