Amnesty (Alfonzo Book 28) by S.W. Frank

Author:S.W. Frank [Frank, S.W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: S.W.Frank Publishing
Published: 2018-07-21T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Alfonzo awoke and checked his watch. “Holy shit!” It neared eleven o’clock, which meant he slept for three hours. Quick squeezes got the blood circulating. He stood, twisted from side to side several times, and then sat when the Nurse entered.

“How is she?” he asked.

“She’s much better.” The Nurse deftly changed the bag, studied the monitor, and then quickly moved to the base of the bed to scribble in a chart. “Do you need anything?”

“Nah, I’m good.”

“Are you sure? Looks like you could use some coffee.”

“Thanks, I’m alright.” The baby blues caught her browns during a series of surreptitious glances as she lingered. His eye twitched when she grinned. She was cute and young, early twenties Alfonzo guessed, about the same age of Selange when they met. He peered at his palms, swiped them a couple of times and when he looked up again the Nurse’s eyes settled on his wedding ring.

“I’m on duty until seven. If you change your mind about the coffee let me know, okay?”

“Yeah… thanks… gracias.” His gaze followed her ass sway out the door. He slouched in the uncomfortable lounge chair, rested his chin on his fist and observed the liquid drip in a tube with a frown.

His Mama’s veins drank medication with a junkie’s contentment. Alfonzo grunted when plagued by the shit he’d done. He figured seeing his Mama on a stretcher was part of the payback for his youthful offenses. Back in the day, he passed addicts, shuffling and stumbling, insensitive to their weakness. He and Domingo had crews selling pills, weed and coke. The broken people he sold temporary feel good solutions to likely overdosed, some might’ve cleaned up their act, but those percentages were low.

Looking back he hadn’t thought about anybody because he hadn’t thought much of himself. A secret dream to have a dad and a life which didn’t include beefing with gangs or jockeying for a sections of the ‘hood wasn’t a subject a tough dude expressed if he wanted street cred.

Alfonzo wondered if his Mama ever noticed the depths of his pain. Maybe, she lost sight of him while lying to his face about his father.

Alfonzo’s iris flashed when his Mama’s hand twitched. Could it have been his eye? Nah, he was frozen stiff. Pulled away by a moon’s smoky filter above buildings, he sat erect, wishing his Mama’s faith could fix the crack to his spirit after experiencing a major loss.

Ice is good; it neutralizes fire.

“Hijo… you are here?”

Alfonzo immediately rose to go to his Mama’s bedside. “Si, it’s me Mama.” He kissed her cheek and with the ring less hand caressed her head. “I’m right here Mama.”

“Hijo I dreamt Carmen and the children were dead. This is not true, right? It is a bad dream…it is not true”

Alfonzo sighed. Apparently, she remained in the denial phase. What could he say? He said nothing.

“Hijo…why do you do look at me that way.”

“In what way?”

“Frio —mucho frio. It is similar to your father's when anger hardened his heart.

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