Author by : J. Earl Loving Jr.
Languange : en
Publisher by : Trafford Publishing
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Description : FROM CHAPTER 1. THE PROMISE ... Even the very sun who had been his friend back in Georgia now seemed to hate him. It proved it by shooting its hot, angry breath through his bedroom window of this place, these stinking projects, this prison, this hell with his newly found mama, Dora. Hurt, brokenhearted, and disgusted, he slammed his eyes shut! His eyes were shut so tight that only a solitary shattered tear was able to get through. Yes, thirteen-year-old Chris could not think of one reason to open his eyes in this place, this big, stinking city, this hell. He knew that this would just be another day of boredom, dread and despair in this place where he was now forced to live. In this hell, there was no rooster to nobly announce the beginning of a brand-new day! There were no chicks and chickens clucking loudly and no ducks honking. Here there were no grunts of the hogs and pigs impatiently waiting for him to feed and water them. He smiled as he thought of the old dog restlessly waiting for him to get to pet, water, and feed. God knows that he had never fully appreciated life in the country until he was forced to live in this place, this hell, this city! Another solitary tear flowed gently down his light cream and coffee complexioned cheek as he reminded himself again that his grandmother was dead and gone forever. Never again would his grandmother be there for him making coffee, baking biscuits, cooking grits, frying bacon, ham, and eggs! No one was there to hug him asking how he had slept, and no one to say morning prayers with before completing his morning chores. He missed singing All is Well with MY SOUL for his grandmother before he merrily went out into the happy Georgia fresh air and sunshine. He could not figure out what these people did as they just seemed to just hang around waiting. In their windows, on their steps, and on the corners, they waited. Like the crows and the vultures back home, they waited. They waited for the mailman, the dope man, the police, and the ambulance. Except the man next door, they did not even sweep their fronts and trash was everywhere. These people unwrapped their food, their candy, their cigarettes and stuff, and threw the wrappers on the ground. There was so much trash on the ground that it looked like some strange crops growing. Once he saw some men in bright yellow uniforms sweeping the stuff up. But soon like the weeds back home, the trash returned, seemingly all by itself. Although, Dora never asked as she really did not care, Chris took pride in sweeping both the front and back of the low rise development in which they lived. He hoped that she would notice and tell him how proud she was of him for doing it. She kept the inside very clean, but she did not live outside. So, that was that. She was a very happy, amusing, and a witty woman when her friends were around. She really put it on if her guest was a man! However, when it came to Chris, she made it quite clear that he was on his own. EXCERPT: CHAPTER 6. HOPE ... But we loved that old ROOSEVELT and when he signed that Order 8802 a whole bunch of us got in the service. But you see I didn't trust them too much, and there was a lot of money to be made with all the work that the war caused. We were living the life with a lot more money than we knew what to do with at the time. I just met this old girl that came up here from New Orleans, because, well, I thought that she was dirt poor and came up to make some money and find a husband. She was the prettiest thing that we ever seen around here, and we started courting almost as soon as she got off the bus ( he chuckled to himself). Her name was Antoinette. She had the softest light real near white skin that I had ever seen even on white folks, long Black shining hair, and a very pretty smile, you see. She loved to laugh, and I did as much as I could to make her laugh. If she wanted a clown, I sure damned was going to be one. She always spoke in a near whisper in that half French way that they speak down there in the French Quarter down there, and sometimes we didn't know what the hell she was talking about. But she was so damned pretty that I really didn't care since she was my girl. Hell, after a couple of weeks of being together, she started talking that talk to me and whatever she was saying sounded so good to me that I was agreeing all over myself! She got so excited that we didn't go to see the show like we was suppose to and spent the night together. We made good music that night, if you know what I mean? That was the summer of forty-three, and I was so happy that I didn't know what to do with myself. The next morning she told me that she had to send her Mama a telegram to let her know that we was coming down so she could meet me and show me off to her family. That's when I realized that the woman was talking about marriage! Well, I tell you that I was scared to death, because I never thought about marrying her or anybody else at the time, you see! But she was such a pretty thing that I said to myself BOY, AS UGLY AS YOU ARE, YOU AIN't GOING TO DO MUCH BETTER.