BREAKING LIMBO by O'Callan Kelly

Author:O'Callan, Kelly [O'Callan, Kelly]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Kelly O'Callan
Published: 2013-08-31T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

“Wesley Franklin. Wesley Franklin. You are free to go.”

Wes came to, sitting upright along the cold, hard floor and wall. The collective smell of stale smoke, body odor, urine, and alcohol-tinged breath jammed into his nostrils. He sat on the concrete floor of his holding cell, among several other supposed criminals, both appalled at being there and relieved to see his Grandma Lewis standing beside the policeman who held his bag of possessions by the unlocked cell door. Wes smiled at his grandmother, but she continued to keep the firm scowl on her tired face. Her scowl reminded him how he got there - an arrest for contraband. But, the judge eventually gave in to grandmother’s desperate pleas and he was charged with a fourth degree misdemeanor for possession and had a reduction placed on his bail.

Wes walked his fatigued legs over towards the old woman - towering a good twelve inches above her- and hugged her as if she was food to a starving man. Her returned embrace was not as welcoming. “I ain't done with you yet, young man. We’ve got some work to do.”

They walked along 96th Street towards St. Clair in the East Cleveland projects on that cold, March morning. Grandma Lewis wanted Wes to come home with her and stay a few days; his momma, LaRhonda, had taken the news of his arrest with much disappointment. Grandma had given her daughter some money to treat herself and her two daughters at the Good Will store with some new clothing, to help get her minds off things. In the mean time, Grandma promised LaRhonda that she would spend time with Wes, once she had bailed him out, to try and talk some sense into him and steer his life in the right direction. Grandma Lewis was as tough as titanium, and if anyone was good at knocking sense into another, she held the crown. Wes knew what was coming.

Naughty by Nature’s “Hip Hop Hooray” blared from a boom box set out on a terrace of the out-stretched , weather-battered apartment building. A small group of young men were gathered around the crooning piece of rectangular, black plastic. A young man, who wore a red baseball cap turned backwards, began to grin, revealing a silver capped front tooth, when he saw Wes and his grandmother approaching. “Mornin’ Grandma Loretta. Yo, wussup Wes?”

Grandma ceased walking, eyeing up the boys. “Tyrell Jenkins. What on God’s green earth you puttin' in your ears? You call that noise music?”

“Yo, Nanna. Ain’t you down with O.P.P??”

“O.P.P? Is that what you call it?” Grandma replied with soured lips. “No, I ain’t down with that mess. Your Grandma Adele know you listen to this? Whatever happened to listenin' to Etta James or Nat King Cole? That’s what you call music.”

Tyrell put his arm around her. “Tell you what, Grandma Loretta. Next time you be walkin’ round here, I’ll go in and get my daddy’s Luther Vandross tape. Pop it in, and you and me gonna do some dancin’.

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