again!”
Simon turned and stomped out of the apartment. He heard David mutter, but he didn’t even try to make out what he said.
Simon took a deep breath as he eased back into the car. He started it up, but closed his eyes before backing out. “Lord, I’m leaning on you like never before,” he prayed. “Save my son. Please, Lord, save my son.”
5
R ACHEL SLAMMED the phone down. She had been calling Bobby every ten minutes for the last three hours and he still wasn’t answering. It was three o’clock in the morning. All the clubs close at two, so where else could he be?
Rachel decided to call her best friend, Twyla. Twyla’s boyfriend was Bobby’s cousin. Maybe he knew where Bobby was.
She dialed Twyla’s number. A sleepy female voice answered after the third ring. “Yeah?”
“Twyla, it’s Rachel. Are you asleep?”
“What else would I be doing at four in the morning in the middle of the week?” Twyla grumbled.
“It’s only three and Thursday isn’t the middle of the week. Look, is James there with you?”
“Rachel, it’s late. Call me tomorrow.”
“Twyla!” Rachel screamed. “This is important! Is James there?”
Twyla’s voice perked up. “Yeah, girl. Calm down. What’s wrong?”
“I need to know where Bobby is!” Rachel was getting frantic. The thought of Bobby with another woman was driving her to the brink of insanity. Bobby meant everything in the world to her and even though he hadn’t given her the time of day for the last year, she knew that eventually her love would prevail.
“Rachel, how many times have I told you, leave that man alone. He already told you he don’t want you,” Twyla snapped.
“Look, I didn’t ask for your advice, okay?” Rachel was pacing back and forth in her living room. Everything around her reminded her of Bobby, especially the sofa. They’d bought it for Bobby’s apartment back when Jordan was first born. Back when Bobby swore he was going to marry her. Back before Tony.
“Don’t get smart with me,” Twyla responded. She now sounded fully awake. “I will hang up this phone on you.”
Rachel took a deep breath. “Okay, okay; I’m sorry. It’s just, I need to find him … it’s … it’s Jordan. He’s sick.”
“Yeah, right.”
“No, seriously. I need to get Bobby’s insurance information so I can take Jordan to the emergency room. Do you know where he is?”
“What’s wrong with Jordan?”
Rachel was trying her best to contain her irritation. Twyla was short-tempered and the wrong words could leave Rachel talking to a dial tone. “I don’t know,” Rachel said. “His, um, his breathing is funny.”
Twyla let out a long sigh. “Hold on.”
Rachel heard some rustling and James mumbling something in the background. It seemed like an eternity, but Twyla finally came back to the phone.
“I had to go into the living room. James would have had a fit if he knew I was telling you this.”
“Telling me what? What do you know?” Rachel was borderline hysterical now. She caught herself before she woke up the kids. She lowered her voice. “Where is that no-good dog?”
“Rachel, what makes him a dog? The fact that he doesn’t want you?”
“Just answer the damn question.”
“Fine. He’s over Shante’s.”
“Shante? Shante who?”
“Shante Wilson.”
“Where do I know that name from?”
“The Shante that goes to your church. I think her parents’ names are Cleotis and Lethora Wilson, something like that.” Twyla yawned loudly, making sure Rachel knew she was interrupting her sleep.
Rachel was shocked. “You have got to be kidding me? Yeah, they go to Zion Hill, but I haven’t seen Shante in ages. How does Bobby know her?”
“I don’t know. Damn, why you asking all these questions?”
“Look, I’m just trying to find out what’s going on!”
“Rachel, let it go. It’s not like he’s cheating on you.”
Rachel felt furious. First Bobby told her that he wasn’t dating anyone and then he