stood at Fame’s side. For the next couple of hours she watched as Desember administered tender loving care to her son.
Desember was gently wiping Fame’s brow when he reached up and grabbed her hand. She had thought he was asleep.
Instead, Fame had been thinking about who his attacker might have been, but the exercise proved futile. He had gotten out on too many people, and now someone had caught him slipping. It was part of the game. Once he regained his strength, if he could put a face to the person, or persons, who had tried to assassinate him, he would look for his get back on general principles. But right now, while he lay helpless, his concern was for Desember.
He picked up the pen and paper and started to write again. When he finished he watched as Desember read the note.
U gotta get out of here. Not safe .
Francine read it with her. “I think he might be right,” she agreed with her son. “I will keep in touch with you.”
Desember knew that Francine wasn’t in her fan club, and Fame could see the hesitancy on Desember’s face. He looked to his mother for reassurance.
“I will keep in touch with you, but it really isn’t safe for you to be here.”
Desember felt as if Francine was saying that for her own selfish reasons, but deep down in her heart, Desember knew it was the truth. It wasn’t safe. They were unsure who had donethis to Fame or if the same people would come after her, not to mention the police and his family.
The last note read:
Trust no 1!
D spent a little more time with Fame and then kissed him good-bye, not knowing if that kiss would be their final one.
13.
Daddy’s Little Girl
As she exited Fame’s hospital room, D had to face reality. She called her mother.
“Mom,” she said when Angie answered the phone, “Fame’s been shot … I’m okay … He should be okay too … I know you did, but now is not the time to remind me … Thank you … I just need you to come pick me up from the hospital.”
About twenty-five minutes later a silver Volvo SUV pulled up in front of the hospital. Desember walked to the truck, got in and closed her eyes. She was dead tired.
“You okay, honey?” Angie was concerned. Desember looked a mess, like a runaway orphan who had been through fire.
“I’m not sure.” Desember didn’t look at her mother and spoke in a monotone. “Fame’s afraid that the people who tried to kill him may come after me.”
“Oh, my God. You have to tell the police about anybody thatwould want to hurt him. Maybe they can pick up these killers before they try again, or even worse.”
“What can be worse, Mom?”
Angie took a deep breath, then said, “They come after you .”
“Maybe I don’t care if they come after me.” Desember raised her voice to her mother. “How about that? Maybe I don’t give a fuck.”
“Then you’re a stupid little girl. And I’ve known you to be a lot of things, but stupid was never one of them.”
“I’m not stupid enough to marry a drunk asshole who beats on me anytime he gets the urge to drum on my face.” Desember immediately felt bad for the low blow, but she wasn’t going to sit back and let her mother verbally shove her around without pushing back.
“I’m the same stupid mother that always did whatever it took, even if it meant having her face drummed on, to make sure you never wanted for anything,” she said solemnly.
“Everything but my real father,” Desember countered, refusing to give in.
Angie ignored the statement—it was an old argument—and said, “I’ll be the same mother that’ll bury her daughter before her time.”
They both had tears in their eyes now. It wasn’t that they didn’t love each other. Sometimes two people could look at the same picture and see different images. Position determines perspective.
“We all have to die one day.” Desember was looking straight ahead, in deep thought. “It’s one of the only guarantees in life,” she said.
They were nearing
Desember was gently wiping Fame’s brow when he reached up and grabbed her hand. She had thought he was asleep.
Instead, Fame had been thinking about who his attacker might have been, but the exercise proved futile. He had gotten out on too many people, and now someone had caught him slipping. It was part of the game. Once he regained his strength, if he could put a face to the person, or persons, who had tried to assassinate him, he would look for his get back on general principles. But right now, while he lay helpless, his concern was for Desember.
He picked up the pen and paper and started to write again. When he finished he watched as Desember read the note.
U gotta get out of here. Not safe .
Francine read it with her. “I think he might be right,” she agreed with her son. “I will keep in touch with you.”
Desember knew that Francine wasn’t in her fan club, and Fame could see the hesitancy on Desember’s face. He looked to his mother for reassurance.
“I will keep in touch with you, but it really isn’t safe for you to be here.”
Desember felt as if Francine was saying that for her own selfish reasons, but deep down in her heart, Desember knew it was the truth. It wasn’t safe. They were unsure who had donethis to Fame or if the same people would come after her, not to mention the police and his family.
The last note read:
Trust no 1!
D spent a little more time with Fame and then kissed him good-bye, not knowing if that kiss would be their final one.
13.
Daddy’s Little Girl
As she exited Fame’s hospital room, D had to face reality. She called her mother.
“Mom,” she said when Angie answered the phone, “Fame’s been shot … I’m okay … He should be okay too … I know you did, but now is not the time to remind me … Thank you … I just need you to come pick me up from the hospital.”
About twenty-five minutes later a silver Volvo SUV pulled up in front of the hospital. Desember walked to the truck, got in and closed her eyes. She was dead tired.
“You okay, honey?” Angie was concerned. Desember looked a mess, like a runaway orphan who had been through fire.
“I’m not sure.” Desember didn’t look at her mother and spoke in a monotone. “Fame’s afraid that the people who tried to kill him may come after me.”
“Oh, my God. You have to tell the police about anybody thatwould want to hurt him. Maybe they can pick up these killers before they try again, or even worse.”
“What can be worse, Mom?”
Angie took a deep breath, then said, “They come after you .”
“Maybe I don’t care if they come after me.” Desember raised her voice to her mother. “How about that? Maybe I don’t give a fuck.”
“Then you’re a stupid little girl. And I’ve known you to be a lot of things, but stupid was never one of them.”
“I’m not stupid enough to marry a drunk asshole who beats on me anytime he gets the urge to drum on my face.” Desember immediately felt bad for the low blow, but she wasn’t going to sit back and let her mother verbally shove her around without pushing back.
“I’m the same stupid mother that always did whatever it took, even if it meant having her face drummed on, to make sure you never wanted for anything,” she said solemnly.
“Everything but my real father,” Desember countered, refusing to give in.
Angie ignored the statement—it was an old argument—and said, “I’ll be the same mother that’ll bury her daughter before her time.”
They both had tears in their eyes now. It wasn’t that they didn’t love each other. Sometimes two people could look at the same picture and see different images. Position determines perspective.
“We all have to die one day.” Desember was looking straight ahead, in deep thought. “It’s one of the only guarantees in life,” she said.
They were nearing
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