Buck was
brown-skinned, tall, and very skinny. He
had extra-long legs, a narrow face, big bubba lips, and crater-holes on his
cheeks from shaving. The first time
Mommy introduced him to me, she bragged, “Buck is no joke. I feel safe around him because he told me
stories about how he fought in the war, and he knows how to handle guns. Everyone on the block is scared of him, and
all the women on the block are jealous of our relationship, even his family.”
That first
time I met Buck I looked closely, trying to see what Mommy saw in him. He had dark black stains on his lips from
smoking cigarettes, and yellow teeth, and a southern accent. He had big hands and big feet. He was wearing straight-legged Lee jeans with
the permanent crease down the middle, and a plaid short-sleeve button-down
shirt. His clothes looked neat and
clean, and his Afro was short and sharp.
He looked at me and reached in his pocket and pulled out a small brown paper
bag. I wondered what was in that bag. “Here.”
He handed it to me and smiled.
“Thank you,
what is it?”
“Why don’t
you open it and see?”
I anxiously opened
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