I got right up off her and went to my briefcase. I picked out a lucky, four inch, spiral, galvanized finishing nail. Now she'd holler. ... I bet. Give the thunder a run for its rolling. I sat right back on top of her, with it hidden in my closed fist. I used my fist to punch her. In her nipple. The one I'd tried to stick. The one I was intent on sticking. She looked begging. 'Wanna see?' I showed her my closed fist. . "Agreed."Mom lovingly moved some loose hair from my face. I could not rememberthe last time she had acted that way towards me but I liked it. "Honey,there is a room full of people waiting to see you and if that man ofyours doesn't get in here soon I'm afraid he'll crack." She bent overto kiss my forehead, "we'll come back later to check on you. Call me ifyou need anything before I get back. We love you." Love you too."Adam and Ellie came in next with each grabbing a hand."I saved your shoes,". You want cash? Grab a wallet. You want a jersey, or a puck? Grab one from the vendor. You want some cotton candy? Anything? Just take it.” “You’re right. Maybe this is a gift, but the only thing I want from it is you.” She took a moment to reply, but when she did it was everything I had hoped. “Sean, I have a boyfriend. I love him. This is just a weird-ass thing. A grab all you can, live it up, magic thing. I can’t be with you.”……..”long term” she added with a grin. With that she returned my. Despite his frayed tank top, faded slacks, and run over shoes he served as a councilman in Harlem in the 60's. Since he stepped down as councilman, he gave back in other non-visible ways. The halfway house he owned, offered people that were down a way to climb back up. Pops simply shook his head at the angry young man disappearing down the street. "Uncle Tom Muthafucka!" Shaheed cursed, flicking his cigarette into the street. He rubbed his smooth bald, head and stopped at the corner. The.