boy made no secret of his desire to join the family business.
One evening after a parent-teacher gathering at the school, Tom had entered his car only to discover he had a passenger in the backseat. Chewy introduced himself and instructed Tom to drive to Marion Park. When they arrived, Chewy told him to get out of the car. The park lights were out. No one was in sight.
âLetâs take a walk,â said Chewy. âI know youâre scared, but ainât gonna hurt you. Wanna talk about Jerome.â
Tomâs fear lessened as he followed Chewy to the eastern side of the park. âSmartest student in the class.â
âProblem is, he wants to, you know, follow in my footsteps so to speak. He needs a chance, before the shit gets him. You gotta get him out.â
âOut, like out of the neighborhood?â
âI hear thereâs this boarding school up in Northwest, offers a few scholarships to black folk so the rich, liberal assholes can feel good âbout all their big cars and big houses and fat bank accounts. Jerome, he needs to get one of them scholarships.â
âCarver Prep. Great idea, Iâll do everything I canââ
âMaybe you didnât hear me. Jerome needs to get one of them scholarships.â
The next day, Tom filled out the scholarship application and wrote a glowing letter of recommendation. He took Jerome shopping for a navy sport coat and rep tie. He worked with the boy, honing his responses in preparation for his interview. Jerome acedthe interview, and a week after that received a letter congratulating him on his admittance to Carver Prep.
A month later, Chewy waited for him at his car after school. âJust want to let you know, I owe you, Teach. You need anything, you call me.â He handed Tom a torn slip of paper with a phone number written on it. Without waiting for a response, he got into the back of a black Escalade and his driver pulled away.
Tom had kept that slip of paper, never believing heâd ever use it. An hour earlier, heâd dug it out from inside a rolled-up pair of socks in the back of his sock drawer. Heâd walked three blocks to the CIT-GO, the only place left in the neighborhood with a working pay phone, and made the call. He hadnât spoken to Chewy Lewis for almost seven years. For all he knew, the man was dead or in jail. He heard the click of the call being connected.
âHi, this isââ
Before he could finish, Chewy responded, âSame place, eleven.â
So here he was, parked outside Marion Park. The lighting had been improved, although the lights on the eastern side still werenât workingâno doubt shot out to create the dark ambiance one needed to properly conduct off-market pharmaceutical business.
Tom checked his watch. Ten past eleven. It occurred to him that by âsame place,â maybe Chewy meant the shadows of the east side. He got out of the Lexus, locked the car, then strolled into the darkness.
He walked along the deserted path, but saw nobody. He was about to return to his car when he heard, âHey, Teach.â
Tom turned and there he was. Better dressed, looking much more than seven years older.
âHi, howâs it going?â asked Tom. âHowâs Jerome?â
âGot a full ride to Princeton next year.â Chewy didnât attempt to hide his pride. âPrincetonâs in the Ivy League, like Harvard.â
âThatâs great.â Actually, Tom felt a sense of pride himself due to his small part in launching a kid from an at-risk neighborhood to almost certain success.
âWhat you need?â
âA gun. Needs to be clean, never used in any, uh, situation.â
âThatâs it?â
âThatâs it.â
Chewy nodded. âAinât much, so my debt ainât fully paid. Case you need anything else.â
âDoubt it, but thanks. And tell Jerome I said congratulations.â
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