Finding Amos by J.D. Mason

Author:J.D. Mason
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Gallery Books

Amos

The delicious, savory flavor of Linda’s turnip greens exploded in Amos’s mouth, and he chewed slowly, appreciating every heavenly, delectable bite. Mark sat across from him, enjoying a bowl, too.

“The only thing missing,” Amos said, smacking his lips, “is the corn bread. Next time you hear from Linda, ask her to make some corn bread to go along with the greens.”

“I don’t know who Linda is, but your daughter Cass made the greens,” Mark told him.

Amos looked surprised. Linda had passed away. He’d forgotten that. How could he forget something like that?

“You should call her to thank her for saving your ass,” Mark said with a smirk, referring to the threatened enema that both men had been trying to avoid. “Literally.”

Of course, the thought crossed his mind from time to time to call her, but Amos always stopped short of doing it because he had no idea what to say to her. Cass didn’t seem all that interested in hearing from Amos anyway. She knew where he was, and if she’d wanted to see him . . . Unless she’d mailed these greens, she’d swung by and left without saying a word to Amos. He’d have been lying to himself if he didn’t accept the sting of knowing that.

“So,” Mark continued, “she’s single?”

Amos was startled out of his reflection. “Who?”

“Your daughter, man,” he asked.

“How the hell should I know?” he snapped.

“She’s your daughter.”

She was, maybe not by blood, but Cass was his. He looked away, embarrassed that he didn’t know if she had a man or not, or kids.

“She’s a good cook,” Mark supplied.

Amos nodded. “Like her momma.”

“Pretty woman,” Mark added.

Amos looked at him. All of a sudden, it dawned on him that this fool had a thing for the girl. “Like her momma.” He smiled mischievously. He relished watching the young brotha squirm a little.

“It’s just—I’m just making an observation,” Mark finally said.

“Course you are.”

“She’s got to have somebody,” Mark continued. He couldn’t help fishing. “A woman like that, of course she’s got somebody.” He shrugged.

“You’d think so,” Amos muttered.

“But you don’t know?”

Amos reluctantly shook his head. “No, son. I don’t know.”

“I was thinking about . . . you know.” He shrugged.

“Nah,” Amos said, even though he did know.

“The jazz festival’s next weekend. I was thinking about asking her if she wanted to go.”

“Why you tellin’ me this? You want my permission to ask out my daughter?” Amos teased.

Mark frowned. “No, man. I’m just letting you know.”

Amos didn’t bother with a response. He decided to let him sweat a little.

“She should like that, right? Jazz? I mean, she grew up around music, with you, right? Of course she’ll like it—if she decides to go.”

He dug this kid. Mark had taken good care of Amos since he’d been here. If Cass didn’t have a man already, she could do a lot worse than him.

Mark pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and looked at the screen even though the thing hadn’t even rung. Mark was always fumbling with that damn device.

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