When Kingdom Comes by Ashea S. Goldson

Author:Ashea S. Goldson [Goldson, Ashea S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Urban Books
Published: 2014-08-28T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

After Nana left, I waited with Justin until I heard a text coming through. When I saw that it was from Tyrone, I ran through the corridor, then took the elevator downstairs to meet him at the front entrance. It was exactly five o’clock.

“Hey there, lady.” Tyrone was wearing a contemporary-looking suit without a tie. He opened his arms for a hug. “You look very nice.”

Apprehensively, I hugged him back. “So do you. But you could’ve let me edge up that hairline a little.”

Tyrone reached for his hair. “Oh, I—”

I couldn’t hold it in any longer so I burst out laughing. “I’m just kidding. That’s a joke. Don’t you remember I used to always get you like that back in the day?”

“Yeah, that’s right. I remember now. Then you’d offer to really cut everyone’s hair for free.” Tyrone followed me to the elevator.

I pressed the up button, still smiling from my little joke. “At which time Smooth would catch an attitude. All I wanted to do was cut some hair. Not run away with one of the band members.”

Tyrone chuckled. “But he wasn’t having it.”

“No, he wasn’t.” My smile disappeared. “I’m glad those days are over.”

The elevator door opened and we walked inside. “Do you still think about cutting hair?”

“Almost every day,” I answered.

Tyrone leaned in close. “Really?”

I whispered so the other two passengers on the elevator wouldn’t hear me. “Yes, really. I’m hoping to go to beauty school at some point.”

“Cool.” Tyrone nodded as we left the elevator. “Never give up on your dream.”

I paused, because no one had ever told me that before. Lord, please help me not to give up.

Finally, we reached Justin’s room.

Tyrone put his hand on the doorknob. “I hope I’m not bothering him by coming.”

“Don’t be silly.” I pushed past him and opened the door myself. “My son is very friendly. He likes meeting new people.” I walked over to Justin’s bed, then pulled up a chair and sat down.

“Justin, remember when I told you I had one more person for you to meet—well, this is an old friend of mine. He and your father used to play in a band together. His name is Mr. Tyrone Freeman.” I leaned out of the way.

“Hello, Justin.” Tyrone extended his hand.

“Hi, Mr. Freeman,” Justin said, shaking his hand.

Tyrone pulled up another chair and sat down. “Why don’t you call me Mr. Tyrone instead? It makes me feel a little younger.”

“Okay,” Justin answered.

Tyrone continued, “How are you feeling today?”

Justin spoke slowly. “A little weak.”

“That’s okay, buddy.” Tyrone grinned as if he had a big secret. “Do you know what Jesus says about the weak?”

Justin shook his head slightly. “No. What does he say?”

“He says, Let the weak say I’m strong.”

Justin stared at Tyrone. “And why is that?”

“Because He is stronger than we are and if we cast all our cares on Him, He can handle it. He can make us strong as long as we stick with Him,” Tyrone said.

Justin squinted his eyes. “Oh, okay. Are you a preacher or something?”

Tyrone bowed his head.

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