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something.  Vicki didn’t know what she was going to do for herself, much less what she could possibly do for Wilson.  They barely knew each other, but she had never been happier than she was when she was with him.  They had met under very strange circumstances, so that had to mean something, didn’t it?
    “Shit!”
    Vicki heard something hit the floor and she ran to the kitchen.  “Wilson, what did you do?”
    “I sliced my damn hand.”
    Blood was everywhere and Vicki nearly fainted.  She wrapped a towel around Wilson’s hand and led him to a chair.  He had been making a sandwich when the knife slipped.  “How bad is it?”  He uncovered his hand and Vicki could see that the cut was deep.  “You need stitches.”
    In obvious pain, Wilson managed to gasp the words, “No insurance.”
    “It doesn’t matter.  We’ll make payments.  Please, Wilson.  Let me take you.”
    He closed his eyes and laid his head on the table.  If he lost consciousness, Vicki didn’t know what she would do.  She ran back to her house, got her purse and keys, and headed back to Wilson.  Sweating and dizzy, he could barely stand, and Vicki feared that he would pass out.  “Come on, Wilson.  Let’s go.”
    With a stitched hand and a sore arm from a tetanus shot, Wilson agreed to stay with Vicki.  “Mmm, couldn’t wait to get me into bed again,” he mumbled as she pulled back the covers.
    “I only have one bed,” she smarted back.
    The soft sheets and heated mattress felt good to Wilson, and Vicki helped him off with his shirt and then she unbuckled his jeans.  “Woman, I just went through major surgery and you’re trying to get into my pants?”
    “I’m just making you comfortable, and you didn’t have major surgery.  You want me to get your pajamas?”
    “Pajamas?  I’m not a child.  I sleep in the nude.”
    Vicki ignored him and eased the zipper down and slid his jeans down and off.
    Wilson teased her by opening his shorts.  “Just making room for my buddy.”
    Vicki pulled the covers over him.  “Don’t tempt me.”  She kissed him softly on the lips.  “Get some sleep.  That pain pill the doctor gave you should keep you out for a while.”  She looked back when she reached the doorway, and Wilson was sleeping soundly.
    Vicki tiptoed down the stairs, quietly begging them not to creak.  She went into the hidden room at the far end of the living room and looked at the names that were barely visible on the cement wall.  Running her hands along the wall, she touched each name with the tip of her fingers.  They were more than just names to her now.  Each name represented a real person, a life with its own story, and a family that was torn apart.  It had been so easy for her to exist, taking everything she had for granted.  Seeing the world through the eyes of a black man made her ashamed of her country.  What have we done to you, Wilson?  And now she was personally responsible for his pain.  If he moved in with her, she knew that it would only be a matter of time before her ex-husband would try and take her house, too.  He was determined to hurt her for the rest of her life.  With a group of mobsters backing him, the man could do anything and no one could touch him.
    Vicki went upstairs to check on Wilson who was still sleeping soundly in her bed.  She stood in the doorway and watched him sleep.  He seemed troubled even as he slept.  When she turned to walk away, she thought she heard something coming from the lower level.  If someone was breaking in, she didn’t know what she would do.  She grabbed the rifle from the closet in the kitchen and slowly made her way to the front door.  When she heard a scuffling noise behind her, she turned on her heel, but no one was there.  “I know you’re there.  Show yourself or I’ll shoot.”  She followed the sound to the door to the basement.  Opening it slowly, she turned on the dim light and walked downward into the smelly