Until I Answer
The morning
started like most bad days start. I overslept, which meant that Simon overslept
too, because at 14-years-old, he still managed to only wake up, after I stuck
my head in his room and screamed like a rampaging drill sergeant. Now we both bumbled around the too small
apartment snapping at each other for every small offense, until we were finally
able to make it out the door. As soon as the car door shut and I slammed the
car into reverse, still hoping to catch the 7:38 train, which would still make
me late, but might allow me to slide in by 8:30 without too many people
noticing, Simon yelled, “wait, I forgot to feed Bonkers.”
“GOD BLESS
AMERICA!” I cried, a term I had adapted when he was a baby to avoid ruining his
virgin ears with cursing, that had never gone away. “She had no food left in
her dish?” I asked, all hopes of making my train draining as fast as the rain I
could drumming against the roof.
“No,” Simon
said.
“Hurry up,”
I said, trying to calm down as I threw the car back in park, knowing that word
didn’t exist in this child’s vocabulary.
Ten
unbearable minutes later, when Simon strolled back to the car, I peeled out the
garage like I was in a drag race, for no reason, since my train was long gone.
“I’ll have
to drop you at Avalon today, because I’m already late and can’t afford to miss
the next train,” I said glancing at clock. “Will you be okay walking the rest
of the way in the rain?”
“Yeah, mom,”
he said, his tone, screaming leave me alone, as he crammed his earbuds into his
ear.
I intended
to talk to him about a test. I wanted to remind him to be careful coming home.
I started to remind him, not to lose his lunch bag or key, but I was still
annoyed and knew the grunts I could pull from a sulky still half sleep teenaged
boy would not lift my mood in any way, so I turned on the radio and drove the
few short blocks in silence, him listening to whatever he called music, me
listening to celebrity gossip. By the time, I pulled into a parking spot at the
train stop, Simon had dozed off, and I had mellowed out.
I poked him
in the chest. He jumped like I had dashed him in the face with cold water. I
laughed as he struggled to untangle himself from his earbud cord, shooting me a
dirty look as I grinned back at him.
“Bye,” he mumbled,
barely looking at me as he reached for the door handle.
“Do you want the umbrella?” I asked.
“No, it’s
just rain,” he said pulling the hoodie up over his head.
“Fine, have
a nice day.” I said, my flash of good humor disappearing with his grumpiness.
“You too,” he grunted.
As I watched
him walk away, hoodie pulled up, head bent against the rain, my heart
stuttered. Where had the time gone? Tears stung my eyes as an image of him at
aged 5, clinging to my hand as we waited for the big kid’s bus leapt into my
head, a skinny little kid missing his 2 front teeth. He was still skinny, but
tall now, taller than me. It wouldn’t be long before those shoestring arms
started to gain muscle. Wouldn’t be long, before the girl’s started coming
around. Just yesterday he had mentioned the same little girls name three times
in the same day, how long before he admitted that he had his first crush.
As I turned,
to get out the car, I noticed his glasses left on the seat, and shook my head.
On the
train, I burrowed into my purse then my book bag searching for my phone, and
came up empty. For just a second, I considered bolting from the train to go
back home and get my phone, sure that if I didn’t have it, disaster would
strike. But, I just didn’t have the energy to fight against this day any longer
and it was only 8:00am.
As soon as I
stepped into my office, the phones started ringing and never stopped. In
between the phones and more walk-in customers than I had seen in a while, I
didn’t have coffee until 10:00am.
I was
sitting at my desk combing through a case file, when my head exploded with a
pain so fierce I had to lean forward and hold onto my desk to stop myself from
throwing up. I laid there, with my face pressed against the warm wood of my
desk, tears inexplicably falling from my eyes. It was 11:00am.
Twenty
minutes later, I pulled myself to my feet and stumbled into my boss’s office to
tell her I had to leave.
“Go. You
look like death,” she said, waving me away. “Oh, they done killed another black
boy.”
“God. Where,
this time?”
“Right here.
The news just broke. I believe it’s in your neck of the woods actually.”
“Shit. I got
to go before I throw up on your desk,” I said, barely able to see as I stumbled
away.
The train
ride home was torture. Every step closer, I felt worse and worse, until I
wanted to scream. I must have looked like a drunk as I drove home from the
train stop, and prayed that I wouldn’t be stopped. I saw the police cars, 3 of
them, with their lights going, no sirens parked in front of my building. I
turned my head away, going around the back into the underground garage.
As I walked
from my car through the garage, clutching Simon’s glasses my sweaty hands, my
legs shook so badly, I didn’t think I could make it. I heard voices in the
front foyer and the click of handheld radio, but I didn’t look their way as I
climbed the stairs to my apartment, desperate to be inside, safe.
As, I closed
the door behind me, someone called my name, but I slammed the door close.
The
apartment was dark and stuffy. Simon had forgotten to turn on the air, I
thought. Bonkers meowed at me. As I sunk into the chair, she leapt into my lap
and nestled, like she did when I was sick. My phone lay on the table. It buzzed
as I looked at it and the name Mom popped up on the screen. I didn’t answer.
When it stopped I could see I had missed 50 calls and my message tab said I had
100 new messages.
The knock on
the door was firm, but not loud. Three quick raps. I didn’t move. A few moments
later, it came again. Tears ran down my cheeks, falling off the bottom of my
chin, wetting Bonkers fur, but for once she didn’t move.
Someone
called my name, a woman, but I couldn’t hear what she said, I wouldn’t.
The
apartment was empty, deserted, lifeless, but until I answered, he could still
be alive.
Wow
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