Team Mom by Franklin White

Author:Franklin White [White, Franklin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, United States, African American, Urban, Genre Fiction
Amazon: B00K000RIA
Publisher: Urban Renaissance
Published: 2014-05-02T08:00:00+00:00

26

It took some heavy persuasion to convince Jarques that a day out with Coach to learn the art of shopping for a suit, along with all its accessories, was a step toward manhood that he needed to take sooner than later. Jarques used every excuse imaginable not to go. He even let Shonda and Coach know that he had a test during first period at school that he just couldn’t miss. Shonda decided to let him go to school for the test and arranged for Coach to pick him up afterward for his day of enlightening.

On their day of shopping, Coach and Jarques walked out of the school together. Coach nodded at his new ride while at the same time putting his driver’s license back in his pocket. He’d used it as identification to sign Jarques out of school.

“Wow. Whose car?” Jarques asked.

They both stood there admiring the ride.

“It’s mine,” Coach said. He ran his hand over the hood.

Jarques said, “Look at the paint on it. It’s shining . . . doesn’t even look real.”

“Chevy Caprice. These are the new cars for detectives.”

Jarques walked around the car. “So why do you have it?”

“Hello. I’m a detective now.”

Jarques continued to walk around the car without looking up, as if Coach’s comment didn’t mean a thing. “Look at the tires on this thing. They look like they grip the road like suction cups or something.”

Coach hit the unlock button on the key fob. “Wait until you get inside and ride. Unbelievable. Let’s go.” When Coach started up the car and told Jarques to buckle up, the sound of the engine made them both stop what they were doing and take notice. There was no denying the car’s power. Coach pulled away, and Jarques began to look around the car’s interior and get comfortable.

“How fast does it go?”

Coach looked at him. “One sixty or so. They told me at the garage that it’s a V-eight with three hundred fifty-five horses.”

“Dang. What you need to go that fast for?”

Coach hesitated. “Hope I never find out.”

Coach realized the excitement of riding in such a beast of a car made it all but impossible for Jarques to discuss proper attire, like he’d planned on doing, so he abandoned that idea and they just enjoyed the ride all the way to their destination.

Coach pulled into the parking lot of Men’s Fashions Shop.

“I can tell already that Macy’s has more suits than this little place,” Jarques said.

“Really?”

“Yeah, this place is extra small.”

Jarques found out the shop was small in terms of its dimensions, but Macy’s couldn’t compare to what he saw inside. There were at least sixty rows of suits, jackets, ties, shoes, pants, and everything in between. Coach didn’t have to say a word, because the look of amazement on Jarques’s face was enough for him. His tailor, Butch, came over to greet them. He let them know that as soon as they found something they liked, he would be right over to take their measurements.

Jarques said, “Measurements? I’m, like, five feet eleven, Coach.

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