A little bit of sin Chapter 20.2

listening to Brian McKnight on my work computer. Same three songs over and over again.

The REst of My Life (That's my favorite)
A Little Too Late (This makes me sad.)
Show me the way back(this rips my heart out.)

Lawd, this man is running the gambit.

Miss my mp3, but I'm breathing a lot better. As for the thinking, I don't know for sure.

Check my continuity. Wanna make sure I'm good on that.

enjoy...

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His intentions were to head to the bar to wait for Mark. Edward wouldn’t follow him, he was sure of it, to further convince him. Some people gave him strange looks as he walked in and some pretended not to know him by looking away as soon as he looked their way.

Colin knew this was because of the big riff between his granddaddy and then all the court trouble he had endured after Frank’s death. Some people didn’t want to be associated with that.

There were small remnants of the brotherhood around the city. Walls barely painted over with the Southern flag or some old stickers here and there on light poles or corners of windows of closed businesses that were never removed.

The total time it took him to walk to town was about forty-five minutes. That included his stint at the crash site. His feet were a little sore, but he felt good to just get out and walk outside

It gave him a lot of time to think about things.

Most of the things he thought about was Synthia. True his meanness had been extreme and maybe when he could control himself around her, he could easily find her and apologize. The idea that no man had ever said no to her he could understand. Even without the outside beauty, she seemed like a person who went above and beyond to care about people, although there was a side of her that he didn’t think she showed a lot of people that he’d made her vulnerable enough to show him.

He couldn’t remember what he had done to make her feel so comfortable with him. Usually women didn’t relax around him.

‘But you had been trying to be like Bernard.’

That was most likely it. She was infatuated with Bernard.

Knocking his fist against his skull to force the memory out he was glad to see the bar in sight so drink his troubles away. His eyes briefly scanned the street and he noticed the bank across the street from the bar. He went hadn’t crossed the doorway of the bank since the day his parents moved into town. That was the same day his father and grandfather went on the outs.

“You clean yourself up or I’m going to disown you and all your family!” His grandfather had yelled. “I can see you’re high now. You can’t even keep up with your own kid!”

His father drunkenly screamed, “If you ain’t gonna help me find him then fuck you, old man!”

“Maybe it’s best he stays away because you’re a disappointment.”

“I learned from the best!”

“Get out and I never want to see you or your family in my bank ever again!”

His grandfather never spoke a word to Colin from that day forward. If his grandfather saw him in the streets, he would just walk on by. Even after his parents died, his grandfather made no effort to come to Colin.

While his father lived, there was money coming in from a five percent stake in the bank. That’s how Edward had gotten away with a lot of things because even though the grandfather had kicked out the family, Colin’s father had that stake left to him by his mother.

Once his parents died, his grandfather was returned the stake, but he made no effort to give it over to Colin. Although shortly after, Colin was going through the rough time being held in jail for over three years of his life until he was finally released.

At the time it hadn’t mattered. Drugs and alcohol had pilfered his life until Colin couldn’t
see straight.

Jail had cleaned him up, but the bank business was not what he had wanted anyway.

Curious as to how it still looked on the inside, Colin walked in and looked around, but didn’t recognize any of the faces. The bank manger arose from his desk and approached him. He was a pencil looking young man, blonde slicked back hair and startling green eyes like tree pines, and small rimmed glasses that emphasized his eyes. He approached Colin at first looking confused and then a realization came to his face.

Though Colin didn’t know him, he had a feeling that the man knew who he was. There was no time like the present to ask some of the same questions Edward had been asking and seeing if he could find out anything else. He had no intentions of returning to this town once Mark came to pick him up and take him home.

He really needed to get home though. Time was running out and he really had to find a way to get the other part of the money. Asking Bernard about now wouldn’t seem so bad.

“How can I help you, sir?” the bank manager asked.

Pulling his identification , he said, “I need to ask some questions about your bank boxes.”

The manager led his mover to a desk where they could sit comfortably. After taking note of his name, the bank manager handed Colin back his identification. Typing in the computer, the bank manager said, “I don’t see any recent activity on the account your grandfather set up, Mr. McGhee.”


A little bit of sin won't hurt Chapter 20.2 (c) 2009 Sylvia Hubbard. All Rights Reserved