Free Blackness Takes Over & Blackness Awaits by Norma Jeanne Karlsson Page B

he can’t make heads, or tails, of Finn.
    “Finn needs to get laid, Kavy. A little pussy on his cock and he’ll forget all about his rant earlier. You know he hasn’t laid any pipe in months. He’s backed up, and it’s makin’ him talk crazy. Either that or you all have food poisoning from lunch, because you both have gone off the reservation today.” I bounce myself up off the vanity and cross the bathroom to him. He wraps his giant arms around my waist and mumbles something indiscernible into my stomach.
    “What?”
    “I fucked up today. I’m sorry,” he sounds like a fourteen-year-old who got caught with a bong in his room.
    “All is forgiven, Kavy.” I slap his back a few times and move away from his grip. He follows me into my bedroom and pauses at my door watching me zip my boots up.
    “You’re happy right, Kid?” I look up at him inquisitively. He’s intent upon my answer.
    “Yeah Kavy. I’m happy,” I beam at him. I am happy.
    After Kavy leaves my room I go back into the bathroom, spray a little perfume on and put my diamond stud earrings in. Good to go. I jog down the stairs into the great room to find all my boys still engrossed in college basketball.
    “I’m off,” I announce as I hit the bottom stair. Wolf whistles from Sully and Cally erupt. I roll my eyes and head toward the coat closet in the foyer grabbing my winter white pea coat. I walk back into the kitchen toward the garage door and hear footfalls behind me. I stop and look back to find Finn following me.
    “Whatcha doin’?” I ask coyly.
    “Goin’ with ya. Lead the way.” He throws his arm forward and bows graciously. I pause for a second and think this through. I’m not sure if being alone together is the best choice at this point. However, if I tell him not to go because being alone isn’t a good idea; that could become huge drama that I don’t want. If I let him come with me and he tries to put his lame moves on me; that could turn into huge drama I don’t want. I’m fucked either way here…and not the good kind. What to do?
    “Cally?” His head pops up from the couch. “How often do you refill that spank bank of yours?” Sully spits out his beer in a movie worthy spray and Kavy claps his hand over his mouth to avoid the same mishap. Cally’s jaw is on the floor and Finn is just watching me.
    Once Cally scoops his jaw back into place, “Daily, hourly sometimes, Kid,” he wiggles his eyebrows at me suggestively. I smile at him and nod. I look back at Finn and my plan has worked. He knows I heard him talking, and that if he wants to talk to me he can, but that’s it. He’s been put in the friend zone, where he belongs. He smiles his panty dropping smile at me.
    “Let’s go. I’ll drive,” he snorts.

    “Hello Miss Kelly,” Irene, Mia’s nurse coos at me from behind the nurse’s station.
    “Hey Irene, how’s our girl doin’?” I ask, as Finn and I move past the station toward Mia’s room.
    “She’s the same today as she was yesterday. That infection is all cleared up.”
    This is the same news I heard yesterday from Mia’s doctor. I nod and smile, turning to walk into Mia’s room.
    I see Mia lying in her bed, and it’s so quiet you could almost mistake her as a girl sleeping. Then you see the IVs, wires, monitors and that dream fades into the reality of Mia being in a coma for the last six years. Mia was my first case when we moved to Kansas City. I was appointed her Guardian ad Litem the day after she was attacked. Mia’s father, Butch, murdered Mia’s mother, Kathy. We believe that Mia witnessed the murder, and Butch then attacked Mia when he noticed her watching. The neighbors called the police who arrived in time to resuscitate Mia, after Butch had beaten her unconscious. Mia’s been in a coma ever since that night. I have visited her every week for the last six years, and I talk to her nurse daily.
    Mia’s like me. She only had her mother and her father and now they’re both gone.