Mindy’s father hated me, especially when he found out we were more than friends. I couldn’t help that I fell in love with his daughter, and she couldn’t help that she fell head-over-heels for me. She was white, and I was half-black. Mindy’s father, Jim, said people should stick to their own race. Mindy and I had to sneak away to spend time together. Her father threatened me he’d kill me a time or two. Mindy told him if he didn’t stop his threats, she’d leave.
Where is she? I glanced at my watch. She should be here by now. I folded my arms across my chest. It’s too cold to be waiting for an Uber. The December air whipped through my jacket and numbed my fingers. My first date in ten years, and I was going to be late. Screw my life. Another few minutes circled the clock, then a blonde woman in a Jeep approached the curb. “Ahh. You’re finally here,” I said as I slammed the door.
I so have to figure out who killed, no, who murdered Hannah and why, Francis thought, staring eye-level into a half-empty wineglass as though it were her best friend, a day after Thanksgiving. Why didn’t she have the fucking Smith & Wesson I bought her last Christmas? Francis drew a syringe on an envelope. An uptick in Seattle suburbia murders had cops prioritizing a local politician’s killing over Francis’s wealthy aunt.
I’d been with Sarah for five years, and she was getting anxious, anxious for me to pop the question or move on with her life. And rightly so. At thirty-five, I’d hoped to marry. We’d hoped to marry. But we both came from broken homes and had abandonment issues. The last thing Sarah wanted was for her mother to throw a potential divorce in her face and say I told you so.
It was the bone-chilling Northwest winter of 1994 when I stood with my shaky hands folded before Granddad’s grave. I stared at his name with a million things on my mind. His name was Shawn Black. Even during prayers with Mom, I didn’t close my eyes; I was always thinking, eyeing everyone else’s closed eyes, wondering what they were hiding from God.
Ben and Angie had been friends since they can remember. They told each other everything. Ben would marry Angie, but there’s one problem: Angie is gay. Ben goes through years of tumultuous relationships when Angie signed him up for a dating site, and who he meets isn’t the person he expected.
It was the bone-chilling Seattle winter of 1994 when “Breakdown” by Mariah Carey played on Mary’s radio. Outside was a winter wonderland with five inches of snow pushed to either side of the steep road. I’d lived just three blocks away, so I tromped through the snow in boots and a stocking cap covering my ears. I stomped my feet before entering Mary’s two-story upper-middle-class house. We needed to finish our high school science project, and I needed to study her lips.
As I closed the door behind me, the scent of her naked body and cologne, someone else’s cologne, didn’t escape my attention. I raked my fingers through my thick brown hair. It had to be Hannah cheating again. I held my finger to my lips. “Wait here, Becca,” I told my sister. I climbed the stairs to my bedroom and kicked the door open.
It was the winter of 1995, and Christmas was three weeks away. I was out with a couple of friends at Mojo’s sports bar. We’d meet up every few months to catch up. Our meetups were like a Facebook post, reminding me of how messed up my life had become.
Becca’s eyes were cold and lifeless as she stared at me. We stood in a crowded hallway, but our eyes locked and all I heard was the screaming silence on her lips and everything I was sure she wanted to say. What I knew she had to tell me about how I’m such a horrible person for doing what I did. I still haven’t forgiven myself for it, and I doubt I ever will.
An autumn sunset whips through the wind whispers from within of a shadowy figure I so fucking figured I met her on Tinder for dinner We mingled Among the crowd far too loud headed home for her room chains and whips, she likes shaking were her hips She’s coming again No. Really She’s coming again As in She’s at the door for more.
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