Lágrimas Como Navajas Razorblade Tears by Cosby S. A

Author:Cosby, S. A. [Cosby, S. A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9789878474922
Amazon: 9878474925
Goodreads: 215076785
Publisher: Trini Vergara Ediciones
Published: 2024-09-30T07:00:00+00:00

TWENTY-SEVEN

Ike got up at seven on Monday morning. The house was quieter than usual. Mya and Arianna were staying with Mya’s sister for the time being. He grabbed his phone and called Jazzy.

“Hello?”

“Jazz, it’s me.”

The sleepiness in her voice evaporated.

“Hey. What’s … what’s up?”

“I was wondering were you up to coming in today? We can get the guys and hit some of the jobs we called off on Friday and Saturday,” Ike said. The phone line was silent.

“Jazz?”

“I don’t know if I’m ready to come back,” she said.

“That’s cool. I’ll just go in and get the guys out on some of the small jobs, and when you’re ready—”

“I don’t know if I’m ever gonna be ready to come back,” Jazzy said. Ike put the phone against his forehead.

“Ike, you hear me?” Jazzy asked. Ike put the phone back to his ear.

“Yeah. I hear ya, Jazz.”

“I love working for you, but it’s like Marcus says. Who knows when those guys might show up again?” Jazzy said.

“I get it, Jazz. I’m sorry I put you through that,” Ike said.

“I’ll send Marcus by tomorrow to get my stuff off my desk, if that’s okay,” Jazzy said.

“Alright,” Ike said.

“Are you mad?” Jazzy asked.

“What? No. No, I understand, Jazz. I should never have brought that shit to our door.”

“What do you mean you brought to our door? What’s going on, Ike?” Jazzy asked.

“Nothing you have to worry about, Jazzy,” Ike said. It came out with harshness he didn’t intend. “I mean, it’s nothing to get concerned about. It’s all good.” Jazzy didn’t speak for what seemed like minutes.

“Whatever is going on, don’t let it tear down everything you’ve built. You’re better than that. You’re better than those funky-ass bikers,” Jazzy said. He heard the hitch in her speech and he figured she was a few seconds from crying.

“I won’t, Jazz. You tell Marcus he better treat you right or I’m coming to see him,” Ike said.

“Oh, boss, he’s fine. I guess I better get up. I need to go look for a new job,” Jazzy said. Ike chewed at his bottom lip. Jazzy had been with him since she’d graduated from high school five years ago. He had not only come to depend on her but he had grown to like her. If he squinted real hard and prayed to God, Allah, and Krishna, he could sometimes do the books on the computer. Jazzy knew the system backward and forward. It would take time to train a new person on the computer. It would take even longer to train them to be compatible with his particular circadian rhythms.

“Hey, if you ever change your mind, the door is always open,” Ike said. A lump was doing its level best to form in his throat.

“I hear you. Hey, Ike, be careful, okay?”

“I’m as careful as a long-tail cat in a room full of rocking chairs,” Ike said.

“I think that’s the first joke I’ve ever heard you tell. Well, the first funny one, that is. I guess I better go,” Jazzy said.

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