Brooklyn Beatdown (Fight Card) by Jack Tunney

Author:Jack Tunney [Tunney, Jack]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Urban Life, Urban, Sports, Genre Fiction, Literature & Fiction
Amazon: B00DQKL7XA
Published: 2013-06-30T12:00:00+00:00

ROUND TWELVE

As soon as Levi turned the corner on his block he could tell something was wrong. His landlady, Mrs. Jenkins was leaning out of her window so far it was a miracle she didn’t fall out. Upon seeing him, she pulled back inside and shut the window. Obviously, she had been waiting for him to come on the block. Levi had no idea why. He’d already paid his rent for the month.

He unlocked the front door and stepped into the hallway. Mrs. Jenkins opened the door of her apartment. Mrs. Jenkins was the roundest woman Levi had ever met in his life. Her large, perfectly round head sat on top of an equally round body. She had no neck. Her arms were lumpy tubes of fat. Her legs stubby and lousy with varicose veins. Her feet so swollen she hadn’t been able to wear proper shoes for going on two years and she got around in floppy slippers all the time.

“I’ll be expecting you to move by the end of the month, Mr. Kimbro. I don’t put up with no vandalism in my house.”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mrs. Jenkins. What seems to be the problem?”

“I didn’t say nothin’ when you changed the locks on your door and didn’t give me no key. I’m in my legal rights to have keys to all my tenants’ apartments in case of an emergency. I could have evicted you then.”

“Mrs. Jenkins, I think we both know why I changed the lock and didn’t give you no key.”

“I got a right to inspect the apartments, make sure nobody isn’t having somebody live with them that don’t pay no rent. I got a legal right.”

“Mrs. Jenkins, just tell me what the problem is.”

“It ain’t my problem, Mr. Kimbro. It’s yours. Now, I know all about you fighting and hanging out with hoodlums and I never said nothing ‘cause that’s your bizness and you kept it out in the street where it belongs. But when you bring it in my house, then it’s my bizness. You got your friends tearing up your apartment ...” Mrs. Jenkins broke off with a small squeal as Levi took a step forward, his face having gone from aggravated puzzlement to pure rage in nothing flat.

“What friends? What are you talkin’ about?”

“Them friends of yours said they were going up to your place to get something. They asked me for a key and I told them you didn’t gimme one. Then one of them laughed and said it was okay, they didn’t need a key. And then all that noise.”

Mrs. Jenkins was left talking to herself. Levi bounded up the stairs as if he were weightless, his heart pounding hard against his ribs.

The door had been taken completely off the hinges. Inside it looked as if madmen had been having a party. His mattress had been cut to shreds. All the food in the refrigerator dumped on the floor. His books ripped apart. His clothes cut up with knives or straight razors.

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