Chapter Six Hundred and Fifty-three - Compassion (part five)
Chapter Six Hundred and Fifty-three - Compassion

Chapter Six Hundred and Fifty-three - Compassion (part six)


(part six)

“Have some self-respect,” Hecate said and turned in place.

Jammy raised his eyebrows at the man and followed Hecate to their seats at the front. By agreement with the television show, Jeraine was sitting on the aisle with Jabari on his lap. Hecate shooed everyone over seat so that she could sit next to him. Jammy sat down beside her.

The seats began to slowly fill until nearly half of the seats were filled with relatives of Annette’s

They waited.

After a half hour of waiting, Jabari started getting antsy. Hecate started using her magic to play little games with him.

And waited.

And waited some more.

An hour passed.

Jeraine’s knee started to vibrate.

“I’m getting to a place where I can’t do this,” Jeraine said, in a soft voice to Jammy.

“Got it,” Jammy said.

Jammy got up and went down the aisle to find out what was going on.

“What did you do?” Jeraine whispered to Hecate.

“Me?” Hecate’s face was a mask of innocence. “You know that I have been on the Navajo reservation dealing with a pandemic, right?’

Jeraine gave her a disbelieving look. She gave him a wide smile.

“How do you know it was me and not that half-angel of yours?” Hecate asked.

“Miss T?” Jeraine asked. “It’s much less like her than like you.”

Hecate gave him a big smile.

“We can go now,” Hecate said.

“But. . .” Jeraine said.

“There won’t be a service today,” Hecate said. “I don’t know what they had planned, but it’s all come apart. I guess they thought that you’d be enticed by all of these half naked women and get high with your old friends.”

“That’s horrible,” Jeraine said.

“Let’s go,” Jammy said to Jeraine.

“Wait,” Jeraine said. “We don’t live here in Atlanta. I want Jabari to see where Annette was buried. We have flowers for her grave and everything.”

“We’ll go there,” Jammy said.

They got up, went down the row of chairs, and left the sparsely crowded area.

“Annette deserved a lot better than this,” Jeraine said as they left the celebration.

“It’s so sad,” Helen said. “Her poor parents.”

“And other children,” Jeraine said.

He and Jabari slipped into the limousine. Jammy and Leslie got in back and sat beside them. Jeraine put Jabari between his legs so that there was room for Matt and Helen.

“What about your. . .” Helen started. “Where did they go?”

“Hecate is a Titan,” Jammy said.

“What?” Helen asked.

“It’s complicated,” Leslie said to Helen with a smile. “Basically, they have their own method of travel.”

Helen gave Leslie a thoughtful glance and looked at her husband. He grinned at her.

“You won’t believe it,” Matt said.

“Where am I going?” the driver asked.

Jammy leaned forward and gave him the name of the cemetery where Annette was buried. By the time they arrived at the cemetery, Jabari was asleep. Alone, Jeraine carried his son to his ex-girlfriend’s grave. He left the flowers and said a soft prayer.

“I want to thank you, Annette,” Jeraine said. “Jabari is a delightful child. Thank you for having him. May you find peace.”

He walked back to the limousine. Everyone wanted to visit the ballroom, so they drove to the airport. They were in the air less than an hour later. When the wheels of the plane hit the tarmac, Jeraine gave a sigh of relief.

They were finally home.

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