CHAPTER 3
EARLY MONDAY MORNING, I was oblivious to the rest of the world and its problems. This
was the way life was supposed to be, only it rarely seemed to turn out so well. At least not in
my experience, which was limited, when it came to anything that might be considered the
“good life?”
I was walking Jannie and Damon to the Sojourner Truth School that morning. Little Alex was
merrily toddling along at my side. “Puppy,” I called him.
The skies over D.C. were partly cloudy, but now and then the sun peeked through the clouds
and warmed our heads and the backs of our necks. I’d already played the piano ,Gershwin,
for forty-five minutes. And eaten breakfast with Nana Mama. I had to be at Quantico by
nine that morning for my orientation classes, but it left time for the walk to school at around
seven-thirty. And that was what I’d been in search of lately, or so I believed. Time to be with
my kids.
Time to read a poet I’d discovered recently, Billy Collins. First I’d read his Nine Horses, and
now it was Sailing Alone Around the Room. Billy Collins made the impossible seem so
effortless, and so possible.
Time to talk to Jamilla Hughes every day, often for hours at a time. And when I couldn’t, to
correspond by e-mail and, occasionally, by long flowing letters. She was still working
homicide in San Francisco, but I felt the distance between us was shrinking. I wanted it to and
hoped she did too.
Meanwhile, the kids were changing faster than I could keep up with them, especially Little
Alex, who was morphing before my eyes. I needed to be around him more and now I could
be. That was my deal. It was why I had joined the FBI, at least that was part of it.
Little Alex was already over thirty-five inches and thirty pounds. That morning he had on
pinstriped overalls and an Orioles cap. He moved along the street as if a leeward wind were
propelling him. His ever-present stuffed animal, a cow named Moo, created ballast so that he
listed slightly to the left at all times.
Damon was lurching ahead to a different drummer, a faster, more insistent beat. Man, I
really loved this boy. Except for his fashion sense. That morning he was wearing long jean
shorts, Uptowns, a gray T with an Alan Iverson “The Answer” jersey over it. His lean legs
were sprouting peach fuzz, and it looked as if his whole body were developing from the feet
up. Large feet, long legs, a youthful torso.
I was noticing everything that morning. I had time to do it.
Jannie was typically put together in a gray T with “pro Athletics 1987” printed in bright red
letters, sweatpant capris with a red stripe down each leg, and white Adidas sneakers with red
stripes.
As for me, I was feeling good. Every now and again someone would still stop me and say I
looked like the young Muhammad Ali. I knew how to shake off the compliment, but I liked
to hear it more than I let on.
“You’re awfully quiet this morning, Poppa,” Jannie laced her arms around my free arm and
said. “You having trouble at school? Your orientation? Do you like being an FBI agent so
far?”
“I like it fine,” I said. “There’s a probationary period for the next two years. Orientation is
good, but a lot of it is repetitive for me, especially what they call “practicals”. Firing range, gun
cleaning, exercises in apprehending criminals. That’s why I get to go in late some days.”
“So you’re the teacher’s pet already,” she said, and winked.
I laughed. “I don’t think the teachers are too impressed with me, or any other street cops.
How’re you and Damon doing so far this year? Aren’t you about due for a report card or
something?”
Damon shrugged. “We’re acing everything. Why do you want to change the subject all the
time when it’s on you?”
I nodded. “You’re right. Well, my schooling is going fine. Eighty is considered a failing grade
at Quantico. I expect to ace most of my tests.”
“Most?” Jannie arched an eyebrow and gave me one of Nana Mama’s “perturbed” looks.
“What’s this most stuff? We expect you to ace all your tests.”
“I’ve been out of school for a while.”
“No excuses.”
I fed her one of her own lines. “I’m doing the best I can, and that’s all you can ask from
somebody.”
She smiled. “Well, all right, then, Poppa. Just as long as the best you can do puts all A’s on
your next report.”
About a block from the school I gave Jannie and Damon their hugs so as not to embarrass
them, God forbid, in front of all their cool-ass friends. They hugged me back and kissed their
little brother, and then off they ran. “bye,” said Little Alex, and so did Jannie and Damon,
calling back to their brother,” bye, ba-bye!”
I picked up Little Alex and we headed home; then it would be off to work for soon-to-be
Agent Cross of the FBI.
ú,” said Little Alex as I carried him in my arms. That was right Dada. Things were falling into
place for the Cross family. After all these years, my life was finally close to being in balance. I
wondered how long it would last. Hopefully at least for the rest of the day.
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