Walter Mosley: All I Did Was Shoot My Man

“Daddy,” Shelly whined as she came into the single room. She was wearing a rainbow-colored dress that showed off her slim figure.

I stepped to the side so that she could see her mother.

“Oh no,” she cried, rushing past me to Katrina’s side.

“Hey, Pops,” Twill said.

He had on an emerald linen suit over a silken orange shirt. He looked serious and mature.

He put an arm around my shoulders and asked, “How you doin’?”

Twill was very nearly the only person who was concerned with my well-being; the only one who expected nothing in return.

“It’s bad, Twilliam,” I said. “Dr. Bancroft says she might not make it.”

“I knew something was wrong,” he said. “She just wasn’t actin’ right.”

“You told me. I should have listened closer.”

“You couldn’ta stopped this, Pops. Moms always been in charge’a her business. You know she cross the street when she wants to. Fuck the lights.”

I laughed for the first time that evening.

Twill went to his brother and actually kissed him. He patted Tatyana’s arm and then moved to sit with his sister.

My son the Godfather.

The wait was hours. Somewhere around midnight Dimitri passed out. Helen gave him a sedative after that and found a bed for him on another floor. Tatyana followed him up there, afraid, I’m sure, of what he might do if left to his own devices.

At seven minutes after two Twill told me, “I’m goin’ home to get some rest. I figure you’ll be here tomorrow and somebody should cover the fort. Soon as Mardi finds out you know she’ll be here, so that only leaves me.”

I took his hand and asked, “How are you, boy?”

He held my gaze and smiled.

Some time after four Shelly was napping in her chair. If the machine next to Katrina was right, her vital signs had improved.

“Seldon told me that you came to his house,” Shelly said. Her eyes were barely open.

“Sorry about that.”

“Why’d you go there?”

“Lookin’ for a fight, I guess.”

“I love him, Daddy. He wanted to come here with me but I told him you wouldn’t like it.”

“No, I wouldn’t. But that doesn’t matter.”

“Why not?”

“If you hadn’t been with him, that gunman’s bullets would have found you in the bed. His desire for you saved your life. That’s a natural fact.”

I took a deep breath and remembered something. The memory must have shown on my face.

“What is it?” Shelly asked.

“I was supposed to meet somebody for a late dinner. I completely forgot.”

“You can call them tomorrow.”

“I don’t have his number.”

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