Read When Everything's Said & Done Online
Authors: Eboni Snoe
“Hurry!” Cora shouted before she hung up and re
turned to Warren’s side. He groaned again when she touched his arm. “You’re going to be all right now. An ambulance is on its way.” She stroked his face. “Just lie still. Lie still.” Cora tried to calm Warren and herself, but her breath staggered when she saw how the blood seemed to pour from his body.
Cora ran for one of the towels she kept in the back room. When she returned she knelt down by Warren’s side and unbuttoned the top of his uniform. There was a gaping wound that looked as if it had been made by a jagged object. “Oh, baby.” Cora’s tears ran as she placed the towel over the bloody hole. Then she cov
ered it with his uniform. “You’re going to be all right, Warren. You are.” She looked at his face.
“Cora.” Warren could barely say her name. “Every
thing’s going dark, Cora.”
“No. No, it’s not dark,” she commanded. “It’s still light in here.” She pointed to the bare
light bulb above them.
Weakly, Warren shook his head from side to side. “I feel it’s getting darker. I feel myself slipping away, Cora. I do. ”
“No, Warren. Don’t say that. You’re not slipping away. You’re not.”
“Cora, listen to me.” He tugged at her sleeve. “Lis
ten to me, baby.” Warren tried to focus on her face. “I feel myself slipping away. I feel myself dying.”
“Oh, God! Warren. No-o!” she cried. “No, Warren! No! You can’t die! Warren, please! I can’t take it if you die. I can’t. Please, Warren. I can’t take it.”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry to leave you, Cora. All I can tell you is, I love you. I loved you from the moment I saw you as a boy, and now I’ve loved you until the day I died. Take care of Faith.” He swallowed. “I know you will pour on her all the love you would have given the two of us.”
“No,” Cora cried softly. “No.”
But even as she cried, Warren’s hand slipped from her sleeve and dropped to the floor.
“This cannot be.” Cora looked at his closed eyes. “Warren! Warren! ” She lifted his head onto her lap and laid her face against his. “Warren. My lover. My friend. How can I let you go? How? How?”
Nebia’s Story
“And they say that’s how they found them. Warren was dead with his head in her lap and Cora was asking how.”
“No way, Miss Nebia. Don’t tell me that.” Erica wiped away tears before she began to pace the porch. “This just can’t be happening.”
“So Warren died,” Sheila said. “This is horrible. God! Life can be just horrible. So Cora lost her baby sister, then she lost her husband.”
“Yes, she did.” Nebia shook her head.
“Were the guys who did it arrested?” Cynthia asked.
“Who were they going to arrest?” Nebia asked. “The young men wore stockings over their faces, and Cora didn’t tell the authorities anything.”
“But you said Cora saw one of the men had a tat
too,” Sheila said. “They could have identified him from that. ”
“Of course they could,” Nebia replied. “Cora knew that. But Cora being Cora, she had her own plan. With Warren dying like that, it triggered something in her that was pure destruction itself.”
“Come on here, baby. Come sit on grandma’s lap while Nebia rolls us up to the stairs.” Laura looked at Lucille, who waited on the porch. She had aged ten years.
Faith went into Laura’s arms, and with one big heave Laura pulled her onto her lap. “We’re going inside the house and have a little bite to eat. You hungry?”
“I’m hungry,” Faith replied.
“Good. Grandma will fix you a nice plate.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Faith leaned over the arm of the wheelchair and looked back at her mother. “Grandma?”
“Yes, baby.”
“Why is Mommy crying?”
“
Aww, Mama’s sad, little one. She’s just real sad.”
“I’ve never seen Mommy cry so much before.”
“Hush now. Faith. Just hush, and let her have her moment. Okay?”
“Where’s Daddy? Mommy said we left him back there at that place, but I didn’t see him.”
“We did leave him back there, sugar. We had to. Like we told you, your daddy’s gone now. He’s with—” Laura paused “—God.”
“With God?” Faith’s small brow wrinkled. “Have I ever met Him?”
“Well...in a way you have, because He’s always with us.”
“But I don’t remember seeing Him, Grandma.”
“I’ll make it clear one day, but right now you just hush.” They reached the stairs. “Now let me put you down. You know Grandma and Grandma Nebia got to make a production out of my getting out of this chair and going up these stairs.”
Faith followed while Nebia served as a counter
weight for Laura as she took one stair at a time. Laura reached the top and turned around to give Faith a hand.
“What do you want?” Cora yelled and Faith began to cry.
“What?” She challenged a group of young men who had gathered in front of the house next door.
“We’re not doing
nothin’ to you,” one of them replied with a hard face. “We’re just standing here lookin’.”
“What you looking at? Tell me, what do you see?” Cora took a couple of steps toward them.
“Cora now, wait a minute,” Laura warned.
“Tell me. What do you see?” Cora continued. “Are you standing here because you want to comfort me? Are you standing here because you’re sorry that my husband’s dead?”
“Look, we ain’t said nothin’ to you,” another man said.
“No, you haven’t said anything to me. Not one thing. And why is that? You can stand here in a group and just watch my misery but you don’t say nothing.” More tears flowed. “Even now, you could have said ‘I’m sorry, Mrs. Gray, that your husband’s gone.’ But you didn’t. Could that be because you know who killed him?”
One of the boys threw up his hands. “I don’t know nothing about nothing.”
“You don’t, do you? You don’t know nothing about nothing. And that’s a shame. But I want you to know
this, Warren Gray was a good man. He could have been either one of your fathers, or your uncle, because he would have looked after you. He would have tried to tell you right because he tried to live right.” She pounded her fist into her palm. “Do you understand that? Do you understand a person who has tried to live their life right, doing good by others? And what it means to those that love them when they’re just snuffed out in some kind of crazy incident that should never have happened?”
Some of the men looked down. Others looked at each other.
“No. You don’t understand,” Cora continued. “And you’ll never understand my pain. But I tell you this, I’m putting a warning out to any and all members of the Gangster Disciples, that this black woman, this black woman is going to avenge her husband’s death. I am not going to allow him to die without those who are responsible feeling some of our pain.”
One of the young men’s shoulders rose up and down. “So, what you saying, man?” He stepped forward as if he were about to fight. “Are you threatening us?”
“Do I look like I’m threatening you?” She squinted and fire shot from her eyes. “Do I look like it? If you feel me now, I want you to know every ancestor I’ve ever known, every ancestor of your ancestors, of The Ancestors.” Her arms shot out in front of her and her fingers splayed. “I call on them now, and I mean what I say, that I will see those that are responsible for the death of my husband feeling his pain.”
The young man stood stark still.
“She crazy, man,” one of the others said.
“She’s as crazy as they come. She done been to Africa and think she can put some of that black magic stuff on you.” They started laughing and making funny faces.
“Laugh,” Cora said. “You laugh now, but I want to see who’s going to be laughing last. ’Cause I’m going to call down every soul that might help me. Every way I’ve ever heard of that might take care of whoever was responsible.” She pointed at each one of them.
Nebia placed her hand on Cora’s arm and she turned and looked at her. “Come on, now. Come on in here and settle down before all the folks start arriving.” She pulled a reluctant Cora toward her.
When Cora got to the top of the stairs she picked up Faith. She was sobbing.
“Don’t cry, my sweetness.” Cora held her close. “Mommy didn’t mean to frighten you.”
“Why were you hollering, Mommy?”
“I’ve got my reasons, sugar. I’ve got my reasons.” She turned back and looked at the young men, who had moved up the street a bit.
When Cora entered her mother’s house, all the strength that anger had given her ebbed away, and she collapsed into a chair with Faith on her lap.
Nebia’s Story...
“Boy! Cora flipped out there for a minute, didn’t she?” Sheila said.
“Cora was thinking about her husband being dead,” Cynthia replied. “And here these young things are, standing there watching. I don’t blame her. What were they watching for?”
“Well, she might have thought all that stuff, but I don’t know how wise it was to say it,” Sheila said. “Shoot, here Laura, Lucille and you—” she looked at Nebia “—are living by yourselves, and now Cora, too... You have to be careful.”
“I know that’s right,” Cynthia replied.
Finally Nebia said, “Cora didn’t care. She was so hurt when she lost Warren she just didn’t care. And Cora wanted to strike back. She wanted them to know, she wanted to get at them. So what did she do? She tried to put fear in their hearts the only way she knew how. A way that Cora hoped would gnaw at them when they were alone. She wasn’t about guns and knives, but knew about other worldly things. Cora knew about herbs and calling in the spirits. She’d seen it done in Africa. So Cora threatened them with what she knew had put fear in the hearts of others.”
“Them young hoods weren’t scared of no ghosts. The ones I know aren’t. Boy, they’d try to shoot a ghost if they saw one.”
All three of them snickered.
“Yeah, well,” Nebia remarked, “I understand what you’re saying, but I bet if you could be a fly on the wall when one of them young men was lying in his bed and he started hearing strange noises, and maybe he feels something move across his face—say
a cold hand that he can’t see— you’d see how brave, and how much shootin’ would help then.”
“Invisible, cold hands on your face,” Cynthia said. “Now that’s a whole different subject. I think anybody would be scared.”
“And that’s what Cora believed.”
“Did she really do anything like that?” Erica asked.
“No.” Nebia shook her head. “Cora bided her time, that’s what she did. And her desire for revenge increased. Because you’ve got to understand, Cora was crazy with grief. Crazy. Crazed because she was grieving again at such a young age for somebody she loved.”
Afternoon, Laura. Nebia.”
Nebia nodded and Laura replied, “Hello, Bertha. How you doing?”
“I’m fine.”
“So what you got there?” Laura asked. “I thought it was just old folks like me—” she h
eld up her prescription bag “—that had to come up here to the pharmacist to get medicine all the time.”
Bertha laughed. “I guess old man time catches up with all of us. I got a couple of prescriptions here. I tell you my blood pressure just won’t do nothing but go sky high. I’m tryin’ to do whatever they tell me but it’s been such a trial. So they upped the dosage, and we’re hopin’ it’ll do me some good.”
“I know the feeling,” Laura replied.
“How about you?” Bertha looked at Nebia. “You on any medications?”
“I’m on my herbs. Anything come up with me, my herbs can take care of it. I’ve never taken a prescription medication in my life, and I don’t intend to.”
“Well aren’t you the lucky soul,” Bertha
replied.
Laura leaned in. “Or nutty one.”
The two women laughed. Nebia rolled her eyes.
“Is your grandson still going to The Way Home?” Laura inquired.
Bertha looked uneasy. “No-o. The truth is, I don’t think he’s been for a couple of weeks now.”
“Really. Is he sick?” Laura pressed.
“No. No, his mama said she just don’t want him to go anymore.”
“She doesn’t?” Laura’s brow folded.
“No-o.”
“Why is that, Bertha? It seems like Cora’s been hav
ing quite a few of the kids dropping out lately. She said something about it to me the other day.”
“I can imagine.” Bertha nodded. “This world is one crazy place, isn’t it? And you know when it’s
like that, you’ve got to be careful. And that’s how my daughter sees it. She’s afraid because some of them gang members are secretly threatening folks. They say if you let your child go to Cora’s then you might have trouble somewhere else. So my daughter decided it just wasn’t worth it. And that’s the truth.”
“Say what?” Laura sat forward in her wheelchair. “You didn’t know nothing about it?”