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Wrong Answer
(book and online series release)
by author Michael Christopher Blocker.
Edited by Benita Blocker.
2017
Chapter 14
Later on that night, while Rainn and I are watching TV, I get a call from Nasty. He's calling to tell me he has my other two bands, and of course, he wants to know my decision. I tell him that I'll pick up the money after I get off from work tomorrow. That's all I say before I hang up. He knows I can't talk, and believe it or not, I know I'm still contemplating the 90 thousand. That's why I didn't or haven't told Nasty "No" yet.
Twenty minutes later, I get a call from Carol, my cousin and “conscience.” She's calling to check in on me, and see how I'm doing. She's been making sure to keep me on the “path of righteousness" as she calls it. I'm always happy to hear her voice. I'm grateful to God for her "intervention." If it wasn't for her contacting me when I was in prison at my lowest, I don't know where I'd be at this moment in life or even if I'd be alive. She ask me if everything is alright. I tell her it is, being evasive. I'm not about to tell her of my dilemma. I already know what she would say. I assure her that I'm good, and I inquire about the family. She tells me everyone's fine. We small talk for a minute and end the call with her making plans to visit. I can't wait to see her and give her a big hug. Even though, when we hang up, I start feeling "guilty" because I know that I have determined the "wrong answer" to my dilemma.
I realize that I seriously want to go after the 90 bands with B. I just hope nothing goes wrong, and in the back of my mind is the thought that "something always does." Enough thinking. I push all thoughts and doubts out of my mind and focus on enjoying the rest of the night with Rainn.
Gypsy trotted over just as calm as could be, grabbed my phone with her mouth and took off with it. I jumped up and chased her to the back room before I was able to wrestle it from her. I swear that dog can read minds. She has to be the smartest pet in the world. I ask Rainn has she ever had Gypsy tested? And she responded with "Now, she's family, that's all that matters." I tell her that she's too intelligent for an ordinary dog. Rainn says "she's not ordinary; she's extraordinary." I agree. There's nothing else to be said. So I sit down and resume the TV watching with Rainn. She's definitely the best thing that's happened to me in a long time. Later on, while we're in the bed spooning, Rainn asks "What's troubling me?" I tell her "nothing really." She then says "Try looking at it from this perspective: Is B-Nasty and 90 thousand dollars worth you losing all that you have now?"
I tell her immediately "hell no, it's not!" then I ask her if she's trying to tell me something? She replies "It's a no brainer Chris, I'm not telling you anything you don't already know. The risk is not worth your life as you now have it." I tell her that I'm not doing it so that we can drop the subject. She says "the subject is dropped in my book, you need to tell your mind that." Then she put her face in the pillow and said that she was going to sleep. I said “Goodnight.” She said “Ditto.” My sleep was troubled though. The night turned out to be rather long.
The next morning, I showered, dressed, fed Gypsy, let her out, fixed an omelet with onions, bell peppers, cheese, sausage and turkey slices. I poured Rainn a glass of pineapple juice and a mug of coffee. Took it all to her while she was still in the bed, kissed her on the lips and forehead and told her that I'll call her on one of my breaks. I asked her to put the Mollys and five racks up, and I was out of there. I was eager to get to work. I was also ready for the work day to be over. I pull up in the parking deck for “employees only,” right behind Regina's Expedition. That's exactly what I need a dose of Regina's realness. I know that she will give it to me uncut. As we are walking into the factory, I tell her that I have something to talk to her about at break. She responds with "sure thing, and morning to you too!"
The morning starts off slow, but soon picks up as I get into the routine of things. This welding gig is really easy once you get the hang of it. Fire doesn't care who it burns though. So controlling the flame is imperative. Before I know it, break time arrives. I've got thirty minutes to talk to Regina so we head to the break area and distance ourselves from everyone else. She says "so what's up nigga? What'cha want to talk about? "
I tell her I've got a chance to make about 50 bands, but my girl doesn't want me to do it. My cousin doesn't want me to do it, and I'm not even sure that I want to do it. She asks me if I have to kill anybody? I tell her "Hell naw!" She then ask me if my girl and cousin are crazy or retarded? "What bitch'll try and stop a nigga from getting 50 racks?" Hell, tell me how to do it, and I'll get it! I'll give you 10 of 'em for a finders fee nigga." I start laughing, and she laughs with me.
Then she says “In all seriousness though, it has to be real good reasons the two of them are saying not to do it, so I'm gonna say this: all money isn't good money; maybe you should pass on it. The decision is ultimately yours, so if you decided to do it make sure you think it all the way through. Pros, cons, risks, rewards, all that shit nigga. A good plan is the best prevention. Just don't make it too complicated. And if you need help getting that money, call me up. Shit, I always need extra bread." We both laughed again. Regina's realness is so refreshing at times. Other times, it can be harsh. I tell her thanks, and she says “Nigga please, lunch on you today." Cool with me. The bell rings, and we head back to the line and workstations. Another two hours before lunch. I'm going to see how many frames I can knock out by then. I have to figure out or either ask Regina what she'd prefer for lunch. I'll eat just about anything so I'll let her decide. Plus, I have to call Rainn and Nasty. It's time for us to get together and orchestrate this lick. I want to try to foolproof it for all contingencies.
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