Page 30 of His Noble Heart
“So . . . Your phone does work?” she questioned sarcastically.
“What are you talking about?”
“Oh, maybe it only works one way.”
“Myra.”
“The only time we talk is when I call you, Ro. I thought we were better than that.”
She was almost whining, which was very unlike her.
“I’ve been busy.”
“You got a real job?”
“Something like that. Is my name still hot in the streets?”
“Not really, but Zelle is still obsessed with finding you. I ran into him at a kickback last weekend, and he probably asked everyone at the party if they’d seen you or heard from you. When he saw me, he got excited because he thought I knew something.”
“What’d you tell him?”
“That you moved to Chicago. I hope that’s not where you are.”
I chuckled. “You shouldn’t have told his ass shit because you might have led him right to me.”
She gasped. “Is that where you are?”
“Don’t worry about it, Myra. I gotta go.”
I ended the call before she could respond. She called back, but I ignored her calls. A few minutes later, I arrived at my destination.
The rest of the day was busy, and time cruised by. I expected to hear from Noelani at some point during the day and was disappointed that she hadn’t reached out. Before clocking out for the day, my uncle called me into his office.
“Wassup, Unc?”
“Have a seat.”
“Oh shit. What did I do this time?”
“Hopefully nothing yet.”
“Did you hear something?”
“No, but I talked to your mother.”
“Please don’t tell me she called you about me not coming home.”
“She did because she was worried, and you didn’t answer your phone.”
“I was wrong, but she worries too much.”
“After she told me about the . . . hobby you had in Savannah, I believe she has reason to worry.”
“I’m trying to turn over a new leaf, so she don’t have to worry about me doing that shit no more.”
He narrowed his brow. “You sure about that, Nephew? It might be hard to stop cold turkey like that.”
I frowned. “You act like I’m a drug addict or alcoholic.”
