Push Comes to Shove (19 page)

GP died for the second time in less than two minutes. He looked as if he wanted to cry. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” His words were delivered at a whisper.

When Nancy and Howard led the children away, Kitchie
broke down with a hysterical cry. Tears dripped from GP’s chin as he watched Junior stomping away. The child looked as if the only thing that would make him happy again was GP’s death.

Jewels came to the door and witnessed the aftermath.

“Honey child, them crackers just took them poor children away.” The neighbor held the phone between an ear and a shoulder. “Sure did.”

“Mind your fucking business.” A vein formed in the middle of Jewels’s forehead. “Go in the house and shut the door before I stall that pump in your chest. My conscience won’t bother me if I let your old ass have it.”

The neighbor’s door closed without hesitation.

“GP.” Jewels knelt beside Kitchie. “GP…GP! You fucking hear me!”

GP was still staring at the area from which the children had been taken.

“GP!”

“Huh?” He finally snapped out of it.

“Help me get Kitchie in the house.”

“Look what the cat dragged in.” A tall girl nudged Nise, then pointed into a courtyard.

Secret and Junior climbed from the backseat of Nancy’s SUV. Nise thought about how easy Secret had broken her nose. “Yeah, I see.” She adjusted a cheap pair of sunglasses on her face, which did a piss-poor job of concealing her black eyes.

“What’s up, then? Now you can get some get-back. You know I got your back.”

“Nah, I’mma let it go.” Nise turned away from the window
overlooking the courtyard when Secret and her little brother were escorted up the cobblestone walkway.

The tall girl sucked her teeth. “I can’t be madder than you are. If you’re cool with your beat-down, then I’m cool with it, too.”

“Fuck you! If you have my back, you would have had it then!”

Nancy pushed Mr. Reynolds’s office door open. “Look who I found.”

He turned away from the computer screen. “Oh my, you two really gave me quite a scare.” He came from behind the desk. “I was worried sick about you two.”

“They scared all of us,” Nancy said.

Mr. Reynolds ruffled Secret’s curly locks. “It’s a blessing you’re all right.”

“Keep your hands off me.” She pulled away from his reach and held Junior as if to protect him.

“Uh, Mr. Reynolds, may I have a word with you?” Nancy nodded her head in the direction of the hall.

“Sure. Sure.” He followed Nancy and pulled the door closed behind his dump truck.

“Secret claims you beat her. They’re both frightened to stay here. She has belt markings on her back and arms. Can you explain that to me?”

“You’re aware of how creative a child’s imagination is. They’ll say anything to get their way. The last time I saw Secret, there was not a scratch on that child, Ms. Pittman. I assure you.”

Nancy didn’t enjoy the vibes she was feeling. All she could register was the full-of-shit air he had about himself. “Our office has received complaints in the past on the way you care after these children.”

“If somebody wasn’t talking about me, Ms. Pittman, then I’d feel like I wasn’t doing my job. I’ve been in this business nearly thirty years. I know exactly what I’m doing.”

“For your sake, and the children in your care, I hope so. Secret and Junior just went through a very emotional experience. Make sure they’re comfortable.”

Mr. Reynolds smiled. “That’s my job. They’ll be taken care of well.”

She turned toward the exit. “I left a copy of their file at the front desk.”

Mr. Reynolds listened to the click of Nancy’s Payless high-heels until they left the building. He wobbled into his office with a scowl on his fat face. “To run away is to break the rules.”

Friday morning had taken forever to arrive, and time was still moving too slowly for GP. He paced the marble floor in the crowded hall of the juvenile court building. “What’s taking so long?”

Kitchie opted not to answer. Instead, she glanced at him from a bench seat, then shifted her eyes back to the floor.

Jewels came down the hall, soaking wet. “I had to park two blocks over.” She stood there, dripping puddles.

A lady seated beside Kitchie watched the water accumulate around Jewels’s alligator boots. “It’s raining out there?”

“Nah, I’m standing here pissing on myself.”

The courtroom’s oversized mahogany door swung open. A peanut-shaped-head bailiff with a wrinkled uniform rubbed his stubble beard. “Mr. and Mrs. Greg Patterson.”

GP signaled Peanut-head with a wave; Kitchie started toward him.

“The judge would like to see you in his chambers. Follow me, please.” He held up a hand to Jewels. “Where are you going, sir?”

“She’s family.” Kitchie pushed past him.

Peanut-head examined Jewels closer. “I apologize.”

Inside the judge’s chambers, the air conditioner’s cold hiss gave Kitchie goose bumps; perhaps she was a little nervous, too.

Judge Brooks sat hunched over in a leather chair as if his back were causing him a great deal of pain. “Have a seat.” He motioned toward several empty chairs around the table.

“Good morning.” Nancy tucked a lock of hair behind her ear as Judge Brooks suffered a short coughing attack.

“Pardon me,” he said. “Why don’t we get this over with? My caseload is already behind schedule today without the extracurricular work, Ms. Pittman.”

“My apologies, Your Honor.” She handed him a manila folder. “The Pattersons were released from jail, as you will notice there, and I would like to get their children back in the home ASAP. They’re runners.”

He took the folder. “I didn’t give you a choice in the matter. Have a seat.” He stared at Jewels.

Jewels followed the order—this time.
Old motherfucker, swear he tough. Punk! I’d like to catch his bitch ass in the street; bet he’d change his tone
.

He coughed the entire time he studied the contents of the folder. “Mr. and Mrs. Patterson.” He never looked away from the folder. “I’ll relinquish custody from the state back to you in this matter, providing that your residence passes a home evaluation and inspection.”

“But, Your Honor, we recently lost our house to foreclosure.” Kitchie eyed him with the hope of a worried mom. “We’re staying with the children’s aunt.” She gestured toward Jewels. “It’s a
temporary arrangement until we get back on our feet and save enough money to get our own place.”

After what sounded like a painful cough, Judge Brooks cleared his throat. “This isn’t the same residence the children were found in yesterday, is it?”

GP didn’t like the negative connotation in the judge’s question. “Yes. There’s enough room for us and we’re welcomed.”

“I’m enjoying their company; gives me the chance to spend more time with my niece and nephew.” Jewels settled on the back of the chair. “If—”

Judge Brooks threw up a vein-ridden hand. “Ms. Pittman has concerns about the area the children were found in, and I’m well aware of the things that go on around your apartment, Ms.… I never caught your name.”

Jewels sighed.
Here comes the bullshit
. “Jewels Madison.”

“Ms. Madison, I can’t understand how you endure, unless some-how you’re involved in the drug activity there. The environment you stay in is unhealthy for the children. Hell, Cliffview Gardens is unhealthy for adults.”

“I’m being stereotyped because of where I live. What goes on outside of my building doesn’t have anything to do with us or the kids. They’re in good hands and have more than enough supervision between the three of us.”

“Excuse me, Your Honor.” Nancy tapped her ink pen against the table top. “Things are not only going on outside of her building but on the inside also.”

I can’t believe this shifty bitch
. Kitchie burned a hole through Nancy with a narrow gaze.

More ink pen tapping. “When an officer escort and I went to Ms. Madison’s apartment, there was an addict smoking crack in her hall, who incidentally almost hurt me trying to flee. There was even drug paraphernalia littering the hall floors.”

Judge Brooks passed a hand over his ash beard. “Relatives get first priority. I’d much rather place the children with family than to leave them in the custody of the state at the taxpayers’ expense. Is there someone else?”

GP focused on the judge. “Here in Cleveland, all the family we have is right here in this room.”

Nancy crossed her skinny legs. “The children have grandparents in the state of New York, who maintain on a fixed income and are not capable of taking care of the children for any period of time.”

Judge Brooks sighed. “It’s final. The children remain in the custody of the state until Mr. and Mrs. Patterson can provide appropriate living arrangements in a proper environment.”

“Your Honor.” GP shot to his feet.

“It’s final.”

Kitchie’s eyes began to leak.

“Dammit! You can’t leave my kids in that home.” GP snatched his shirt off. “You see this? This happened to me there.” He turned his back to Nancy and Judge Brooks.

Nancy gasped and threw a shaky hand over her mouth. His back was reminiscent of a picture she had seen of a slave who had been repeatedly lashed with a whip. “My God, that’s terrible.”

Judge Brooks thought he had seen it all. He avoided the sight of GP’s keloid-riddled back. “Put your shirt on, son. If that happened to you while you were in custody of the state, it should’ve been addressed then. I assure you, that type of abuse isn’t happening today. If you want your children out of the Eastside Group Home, I’d suggest you provide them with a decent home to come home to.”

Jewels’s apartment was sweltering from summer’s oppressive heat. There was less than an hour of daylight left, and for some reason, it seemed that as night approached it became even hotter.

“Don’t touch me.” Kitchie moved to the opposite end of the couch. “You never listen; not one fucking time.”

“Kitchie—”

“Kitchie my ass.” She scorched GP with a penetrating look. “If you would’ve taken us into consideration, the kids would be here with us now.”

“Uh-uh, if you wasn’t so hotheaded and knew how to keep your hands to yourself, the kids would be here.”

Kitchie buried her head in her hands and cried. “I’m sick and tired of crying for you…because of you, GP. I’m just about cried out.”