Bogus Detective
She was quiet for what
seemed a very long moment, then she lit a smoke, inhaled deeply, and after she
exhaled, she gave me a blank stare and said:
“It’s a long story,
dude.”
“If ya wants, I gots
alla time ya need sweety.” I smiled
“He always
disappeared on Sundays, ya na…an mom wuz cool widit.” She murmured. After a short pause she stifled a tear in her eye,
wiping it, and saying, “Freaking allergies, man,” then continued, “I mean like we neva,
eva wanned fo nathan, ya na. Anythang, we wants daddy gits! But we jest noo
Sundays was his day. It neva bodered nobody. We neva thought aboudit. Then one
day, da nabe hoe, and freaking gossip, Iris, well it gots una haw skin, man.
Dat’s how it started. Da damned bitch didn’t na ta mind haw own biz, ya na.
Oooo I cuds really kill haw, man. Anyway, the curious hoe jest hadda put haw
freaking nose ina our bidness, man. Da nosy bitch jest hadda na wat was going
on wit pop’s shit, man. His disappearing act on Sundays started to bug her. So
one Sunday morning, she followed him tada subway…ina da numba six train she
tailed him; and rode wid im alla way ta Sout Ferry, man. Da dummy musta tunk she wuz Nancy
Drew or Police Woman ona trail of some evil suspect. Da dumb ass! She stayed
behind im just fa enuff not ta be noticed. It really wasn’t no big deal, man…pops
neva magined he’d be followed, in his mind he wasn’t doing nathan wrong, man.
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