Three the Hard Way: A Play in Two Acts by Linda Eisenstein

Author:Linda Eisenstein [Eisenstein, Linda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
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Publisher: Grimpenmire Press
Published: 1994-06-14T16:00:00+00:00

Two days later we laid Kevon to rest and my people came down for the funeral. At the cemetery, as Kevon’s casket was being lowered into the ground, CeCe leaned over and asked the question that I’ve been waiting for her to ask, but hoped she wouldn’t. "Who is that woman?"

I turned to her slowly and asked with a straight face. "What woman?" I asked, knowing that we both knew what woman she was talking about.

"The one over there in the tight blue dress that keeps staring at you. She stares at you until she sees that I’m watching her, and then she starts mean muggin’."

"That is Jacara Delbridge. You remember; she’s the woman you met at the dress shop."

"Yeah, her," CeCe said and returned Jacara’s mean look.

"Since you already know who she is, why you asking me?"

"To see how you were gonna answer me. I guess I don’t have to ask the next question."

"No. But go ahead and ask it anyway. Just so everything is out in the open," I said as we walked to the car hand in hand while Jacara looked on with her hands on her hips.

CeCe leaned close to me. "Are you fuckin’ her?" she asked quietly so Michelle wouldn’t hear her.

I nodded my head.

"Is she going to be a problem?"

"Not for me."

"You know what I mean. Is she going to be a problem for you and me? Or am I assuming too much?"

"No."

"No what?"

"No, she’s not going to be a problem for you and me and no, you're not assuming too much," I said and squeezed her hand.

"She the reason you were so desperate to keep me off this island?"

"No. I told you the reason for that," I said and picked up Michelle. "And now that you ladies are best friends," I kissed Michelle on the cheek and looked around for M, "and you’ve met M, that’s not a problem anymore."

When we left the cemetery, M had a little gathering at the house. I mingled around for a while and then I took my doctor’s advice and went inside to rest. A half hour later, Bobby walked in. "Mike, there’s some Bruce Lee lookin’ mutha fucka outside; says he wants to talk to you."

"His name is Wei Jiang. Wanda says he’s connected so show him some respect. Send somebody to get him and have him wait in the living room. Then you come on back here."

When Bobby came back we talked about the deal with the Chinese and the Cubans. Then I told him how I ended up getting shot. "Maybe I’m gettin’ old, careless and shit, but I didn’t see it coming."

"I can’t let you outta my sight for a minute, can I?"

I laughed. "I guess you can’t."

"You remember the last time I let you go off by yourself; you almost got yourself killed then too."

"You know I thought about that night."

"You can’t die on me Mike. I won’t have anybody to talk to. So as soon as you’re feeling better you and I will plan a little trip to Venezuela and cut this crisa-boogie mutha fuckas heart out.

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