Christopher Paul Curtis by Bucking the Sarge

Author:Bucking the Sarge
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: United States, Group Homes, Fraud, Family, Mothers, Juvenile Fiction, Special Needs, Social Issues, Mysteries & Detective Stories, People With Mental Disabilities, Flint (Mich.), Parenting, Business Enterprises, Humorous Stories, Parents, General, People & Places, Fiction, African Americans, Family & Relationships
ISBN: 9780307567253
Publisher: Laurel Leaf
Published: 2004-01-02T06:00:00+00:00

One of the best ways to get problems with your woman off your mind is to bury yourself in your work. I wasn’t about to let Shayla’s ignoring me get me down so after I put time in on my project I started early on my chores around the home.

Chester X was upstairs watching TV so after I made my bed I started on his.

I tucked in his bottom sheet, then pulled the bed away from the wall to get at the other side. A corner of something plastic caught my eye. At first I thought it was part of the wrapping that had covered the mattress when it was new. I tugged at the plastic and instead of coming off in my fingers it got bigger. I pulled the bed farther away from the wall to see what was going on.

Oooh! When the Sarge saw this, blood was gonna flow! Some fool had gone and cut a three-inch slit in the mattress and stuffed something inside of it. I tugged at the plastic and finally out popped a Baggie full of pills, Demerol and Valium mostly, a good forty or fifty of them.

Why in the world would Darnell Dixon hide these down here? I’d always thought there was some kind of monkey business going on with him and Dr. Mark and the meds, but this just didn’t make any sense. Why would he hide something way down here in the basement in Chester X’s bed? This seemed too strange for even him to do.

Then I got it. These pills weren’t Darnell’s, they were Chester X’s, and I knew what he was up to. He was saving his nightly meds to take all at once and bump himself off!

Aw, no! That ain’t happening!

There was no way in the world he was going to kill himself while I was in charge.

I’ve watched the Coroner Channel enough to know how a medication overdose would look. Even though Chester X was in his eighties and that usually means you’re carrying a sign on you that says “natural causes” when you die, I know some coroner might want to open him up exactly because he was eighty and looked like he was somewhere around fifty.

With my luck it’d be a slow day at the morgue and someone would say, “Quincy, let’s see what kept this old fart ticking.” Then it’d be me and the cops and a rubber hose in a dark room talking about my medication procedures. Not to mention what the Sarge would do to me if her “special,” no-next-of-kin, five-A client committed suicide.

This was one of those things that not even Dr. Mark would be able to make go away. I know it’s Sarge-think, but Chester X Stockard was messing with my livelihood. Not to mention my life.

I finished making the bed to give myself a chance to cool down. I finally felt like I wasn’t going to blow up and stuffed the Baggie of pills into my pocket and went to the dayroom to bust Mr.

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