My eyes burning, my voice croaky, I said, “Duke.”
“So you, out there on your own, doin’ dangerous shit, not talkin’ to your family about it, your friends, me…” He shook his head. “Pissed me off.”
Now I understood. God, I understood.
“I’m so sorry,” I said gently.
“I was worried about you.”
Wanting to touch him, unsure if I should but regardless, paralyzed with the pain of hearing everything he said, I just stood there and repeated, “I’m so sorry.”
“But then word got out about what happened at Lincoln’s. Tex told me everything. He wouldn’t have told you, but he was proud of you, girl. Nearly crowin’ about it. Said you knew exactly what you were doin’. Said, top to toe, through and through, you’re a Nightingale.”
My throat closed.
Freaking loved Tex.
“It was then,” he carried on, “I realized that there would come a time in Joshua’s life, a time me and Dolores didn’t get to, when we’d have to let go. We’d have to let him be his own man. Live his own life. And it was then I realized I’d been an ass because I was pissed at you, but I had to let you do the same thing.”
“Right,” I replied, my voice still husky.
“So I gotta do that and stand by you. Not be pissed. You left that message, it took me a while and Dolores reamed my ass, but here I am, suckin’ it up to apologize for bein’ pissed-off instead of givin’ you the freedom to fly.”
I said nothing again. Just swallowed (hard) and nodded.
“Now, sayin’ that, you be careful and you come to me whenever you need me.”
“Okay, Duke,” I forced out through a tight throat.
“Whenever you need me, Ally.”
I nodded.
He stared at me.
I let him then whispered, “Love you, Duke.”
“Same,” he grunted.
That made me smile. It trembled but I did it.
“Now, Darius,” he stated then cleared his throat, and I knew we were moving on and I was freaking grateful for it.
“Yeah?” I prompted.
“Scored dark marks in his own soul, darlin’.”
“I know, Duke, but—”
He shook his head and I shut up.
“I been watchin’. That boy isn’t on the path to redemption. What he’s doin’ is bidin’ his time and givin’ himself that time to be with the people who mean somethin’ to him. Doin’ it knowin’ that’s as good as he’s gonna get, ‘cause what he’s facin’ is damnation and he can’t do a thing about it.”
My back went straight. “That isn’t true.”
“You’re right. It isn’t. That doesn’t mean that man doesn’t believe it down to his bones.”
Shit.
“Your challenge,” he got closer to me, “our challenge, is to convince him differently.”
“How do we do that?” I asked.
“Two choices. We do what we’re doin’ and hope he wakes up, looks around and understands he’s not thinkin’ right. Or we snap him out of it.”
“I’m for the snapping him out of it option,” I mumbled.
“Me too,” Duke replied.
“Okay, how do we do that?” I asked.
“Hell if I know,” he answered.
Great.
“I just know in dealin’ with you women, there’s always the time, the right time when you can do somethin’ that’ll get through the walls, seed, bud and grow, and that’s when you plant the wisdom. So we just gotta wait for the right time to plant that seed.”
I nodded because this was sage. He was right and I’d watched him do it time and again with the Rock Chicks so I also knew it worked.
It sucked. I was losing patience with this and didn’t want to have to exercise more.
But he was right.
“Thanks, Duke.”
He jerked up his chin before he looked across the yard and muttered, “Best get back to Dolores.”
“Okay.”
He looked back at me. “You’re a good kid, Ally.”
I smiled at him but warned, “Thanks. But if you make me want to cry again, I’m kicking you in the shin.”
He shook his head, mouth twitching, and sauntered away.
I was about to hightail my ass to the bar and order a tequila shooter from Willie when I was suddenly set upon by Roam and Sniff.
I looked at the two teenagers.
Roam and Sniff had been runaways that Jules talked into her shelter. She then grew close to them. So close, Roam took a bullet for her in an attempt to save her life.
After that, Shirleen took them under her wing and they’d been living with her since. And when I said “took them under her wing,” I meant she treated them like they were her own. In other words, she mothered them as only Shirleen would do. With sassy tough love.
But the operative word in that was love.