Some Things Are Better Left Untold 1&2: Sherise Fanari Story/Kamina Williams Story

Author:Jason Hooper [Hooper, Jason]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: United States, Urban, Urban Life, African American, Genre Fiction, Literature & Fiction
Amazon: B00UGRK2UA
Publisher: IBW Publications
Published: 2015-03-09T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 26 - SILENT MURDER

Cory Augustine stole Brandon’s attention, asking, “Hey, nephew, do you know what day the twenty-sixth falls on?”

Brandon, sitting on the other side of the small desk, answered nonchalantly, “I’m not sure.”

He grabbed his cell phone, slid it open, and checked the date. Cory looked up from the paper he was reading and laughed absurdly at that the fact that his plush office had everything he needed except for a simple calendar. Brandon stared up nervously at his uncle, who was still chuckling. Noticing the man’s jocular mood, he hoped that his uncle would give him the go ahead to start doing inventory for the jewelry store. Brandon announced the answer to his uncle’s question with a grin, “It falls on a Monday.”

Without a reply, Cory creased his forehead and thought about the plans he had for that week. He had planned to do inventory, but he planned on doing it alone. Maybe this would reveal why his profits weren’t adding up. Brandon sat up in the small office chair and tried to predict what his busy-minded uncle was going to say next.

Cory refocused his attention back on Brandon and said, “Okay, take that day off. I know I usually let you do inventory that week, but I’ll take care of it chief. Enjoy a day off.”

Brandon produced a puny smile, but, on the inside, he was burning up. His uncle just had put a stop to his theft. He tried playing his true feelings off, but replied rigidly, “Thanks.”

“Oh, yeah, Brandon I talked to your mom yesterday. She want’s you to give her a call.”

“Alright Unc’, I’ll give her a call tonight. I guess I’ll be leaving now.”

“Okay, take it easy, chief.” Cory watched his nephew leave his office with questions stirring in his mind. He knew Brandon was up to something, and he was close to putting a finger on it.

Brandon raced his truck out of the parking lot, upset that he wouldn’t be able to steal the few grand he desperately needed. His truck payment was two months behind. He needed a way to get the money. Feeling unusually tired, he drove to his immaculate suburban ranch. Once he slipped on one of his silky, red robes and a magenta terrycloth robe, he felt a bit better. He found his fluffy house slippers and copped a squat on his suede sofa. Once again, he began to read through the mail that had been accumulating for Chad.

He had found out that the yellow envelopes that kept pouring in for Chad were from the department of health, but they didn’t really tell him anything noteworthy. He boiled a pot of chicken noodle soup and tried to relax. Before he could finish the bowl of soup, he could feel the diarrhea ready to make a swift exit. He shot up the stairs and made it to the bathroom before he shit himself. While sitting on the stool, it seemed to him like the temperature in the house had risen past one hundred degrees.

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