CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and FIFTY-FOUR
Wednesday evening — 6:07 p.m.
Nelson was standing outside his home when he remembered that they were having dinner at the Castle tonight. Jeraine had returned from Atlanta to host another concert. Everyone wanted to get together to support him and Jabari in their loss of Annette. Nelson looked longingly at his quiet wonderful home with his quiet, comfortable bed inside. Looking across the street, he saw that the crowd of paparazzi had doubled due to Jeraine’s concert tonight. Sighing to himself, he pulled on the knot of his tie and started across the street.
As he reached the gate, a limousine pulled up at the curb. Two burly dark skinned men pushed the paparazzi aside.
“Who are you?” one of the body guards asked Nelson.
“Dr. Nelson Weeks,” he said.
“Can you let us in?” the body guard asked.
“Of course,” Nelson said.
The body guy turned around and nodded at the limousine. Nelson used his body to cover the keypad and opened the gate. The sound of camera shutters was nearly deafening as a stream of musicians went through the gate. Nelson sighed when the rapper and his girlfriend stopped to let the paparazzi take photos.
Nelson was really too tired for this. As if the rapper heard Nelson speak, he looked up and nodded to Nelson. He held out his hand.
“Dr. Nelson Weeks?” the rapper asked.
“Nice to meet you,” Nelson said.
When he looked at the rapper and the rapper’s girlfriend, they both had tears in their eyes. The rapper held up his shirt. There were two scars from bullet holes on his stomach. The rapper turned to show his back. There were surgical scars and two other bullet holes.
“Shot four time,” the rapper said.
“Those are nasty,” Nelson said. “How are you feeling?”
“Strong,” the rapper said. “Good.”
“We told the doctor that we were coming here,” the girlfriend said. “That doctor said that if we saw you to thank you.”
“We had to check in with the docs before flying,” the rapper said. “Your technique saved my life.”
“Thank you,” the girlfriend said.
She leaned forward and kissed his cheek. Embarrassed, Nelson nodded and let them into the Castle compound. Jeraine came out of the house. The rapper and Jeraine slapped hands for a while and hugged. The group headed toward the Castle entrance where they were directed to the backyard. Jeraine saw Nelson looking out of place and held an arm out to him. Nelson let Jeraine put his arm around him.
“You okay?” Jeraine asked softly to Nelson.
“Exhausted,” Nelson said. “Crazy dreams about gorgons and Templars brought on by too much whiskey.”
“Damn, that’s awful,” Jeraine said.
“How was the funeral?” Nelson asked.
“Nothing happened,” Jeraine said. “We got there, waited an hour, and left.”
“Did you hear from them?” Nelson asked.
“Jammy did,” Jeraine said. “Some cock and bull story. The usual unorganized bullshit.”
“Do you have to go back?” Nelson asked.
“I don’t plan to,” Jeraine said. “Jabari hates it there. Plus, I went to the cemetery, left our flowers, and said some prayers; Jabari wouldn’t get out of the limo. The studio took film and photos of me there.”
Nelson nodded. They started walking toward the Castle.
“That Tres is something else,” Jeraine said.
Nelson nodded at the memory of Tres Sierra’s fantastic skills at playing pool.
“You think that’s because his love is a goddess?” Jeraine asked.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...
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