Page 2 of Second Chances

“You going to hit me?”

“Pardon.”

“You going to hit me?”

“Certainly not.”

“Kill me?”

“Hadn’t even crossed my mind.”

“Do that thing I saw Dwayne doing to Chantelle once with his dick? Pushing it in her arse.”

“I can assure you that’s something I’ll never do.” The old man’s cheeks redden with fury.

“Ok. What car you got?”

“I have a BMW.”

“Cool. You’ve got some money.”

“I have.” the man agrees, and I start to follow him.

“Yeah, that’s a posh car. I’ve seen it on the programs Dwayne watches. I like the car programs he has on a lot better than some of the other ones. I really don’t like the ones with all the women together. It looks yucky.”

“Your foster father has an interesting choice of television viewing.”

“Yeah. I’m not sure why I can’t watch my programs. Half the time, he doesn’t even know what’s on.”

We approach a black BMW, and I let out a wolf whistle.

“This is such a cool car.”

“Thank you.” The old man chuckles.

The man who’d gone off to get pizza reappears. The smell distracts me from the car. I grab the pizza box, pull the first slice out and shove it in my mouth before anyone can take it away from me. It's probably the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted. I moan with delight around the cheese and tomato goodness as its sustenance slides down and fills my tummy.

“Is that good?” the old man asks, raising an eyebrow toward me.

“The best,” I mumble back with a mouth full of food.

“Good. Ryan, do you know who I might be?”

I stop mid-bite.

“What do you mean?”

“Do you know who I am?” the man asks again.

I study him while finishing my mouthful. I wasn’t certain, but I had a few ideas. Maybe another mouthful would help me determine the truth. I bring the pizza up to my mouth and bite down. Slowly, I chew and then swallow.

“Are you a relative of the woman who gave birth to me? The ‘bitch’ as Chantelle often calls her.”

The old man laughs.

“I am. I’m her father.”

“So that makes you my grandfather?”

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