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noticed anything going on with him?”
    â€œOther than he looks a little like that guy Idris Elba, no. Baby, can you imagine someone looking so much like a movie star? I mean it’s crazy. I once knew a girl in school named Kelly Kelly and for the life of me I couldn’t figure out what the hell was going on with that, but, hey, such is life.”
    I needed to keep Lauren focused, before she started going off on one of her tangents about any- and everything that comes to her mind. “No, babe, I’m talking about anything strange. Other than his looks,” I cleared up.
    â€œOh his looks ain’t strange, believe me when I tell you that.”
    â€œLauren?” I repeated.
    â€œUm, um strange like what?”
    â€œAnything?”
    â€œNo, only that he comes in, does his work, and leaves without saying much. Why you ask?”
    â€œI spoke with Mrs. Bullock today and she seems to think her grandson is having some problems with something.”
    â€œProblems?”
    â€œYeah, but she doesn’t have any idea of what it could be and she asked me to check into it.”
    â€œWell, maybe you should. Maybe he needs someone to talk to . . . Maybe being out is stressing him out.”
    â€œYeah, maybe I will.”
    With just that little bit of advice from Lauren I was reminded of how good things had been between us. We had been steady like a ship in the ocean, which made our relationship very good to me. She was always there for me without having anyone influence what we had going on, and I tried my best to always be there for her and I was working on getting better.
    I finished with payroll, signed the checks for all four of my mechanics, then prepared a deposit for Lauren’s bank run. I noticed Tavious walk out of the working bay of the garage but still looking at the car he had up. Most of my mechanics would go outside for a smoke break, use the cell or shoot the shit. So I went out with his paycheck in hand.
    As I walked toward Tavious he noticed me and threw his smoke on the ground, smashed it into the ground with his leather work boot, then acknowledged me, sounding as though I were a prison guard ready to take him back to lockup.
    â€œWhat’s good, boss?”
    â€œNot much,” I had to yell as we were overtaken in a matter of seconds by the screams of two young boys on motorcycles with straight-open pipes zooming down the street. We watched them as far as our eyes could see.
    â€œFuckin’ crazy-ass fools,” Tavious says. “Man, these young boys out here in these streets today are straight crazy, man,” he testified.
    I smiled and handed him his check. “No doubt. It’s going to take you some time to get used to it. Just wait until those fools roll up on you on the freeway roaring with those cut-off pipes.”
    Tavious swiped his face, pulled out another smoke, and lit it. “You know when I was locked up, you hear a lot about what’s going on in these streets from the fresh fish coming in and out—but until you finally see it for yourself it’s all just speculation. Shit, the way things are out here, they could have probably embellished a bit more.”
    I was still looking in the direction of the bikers. “Yeah, those boys probably getting ready to get on I-285 and scare the patience outta some people.”
    Tavious nodded his head in amazement then looked at his check.
    â€œIt’s all there right?” I made sure.
    â€œYeah, it’s all good . . . thanks.” He looked up from his check. “So, my Grands talked to you about me . . . right?”
    His accusation made me think it was painted on my face.
    â€œYeah, I knew she would.”
    There was no better segue. “Well, yeah, she did. She’s worried about you . . . wondered if I noticed any change in you.”
    â€œWhat’d you say?”
    â€œTold her I haven’t, but everything’s cool, right?”
    Tavious didn’t