I was failing out anyway, and it was clear to everyone that I was out of my mind on drugs. When they interrogated me, my answers didnât make any sense. They didnât even pertain to the issue at hand. The school just wanted me to go away, and Bernie and my mother came to a quiet agreement with them. My mother was still pretty mad about the whole situation.
âWhen I left school,â I told Mendy, âI went and stayed with my parents in New Mexico, where they live now, to get my head straight.â
âYour parents?â Mendy was confused; the only parent of mine he knew was Alojzy.
âMy mother and my stepfather. They sort of retired down there, I guess.â Bernie was a few years older than my mother. âThe climateâs good for my stepfatherâs asthma. I mean, he still works, but from there. There wasnât really any reason for me to be there. Iâm staying with my sister here in the city now.â
âI see.â
âItâs where Iâm from originally. I guess I feel more at home here.â
âMe too. Iâm the same way.â I took a look at Mendy. I really couldnât see him existing anywhere else except a New York City street.
âHey, why did you guess it was fighting they kicked me out for?â
âI thought maybe you had that part of your father in you.â It made me happy that he thought that.
âHe got in a lot of fights out here?â
âWell, look: he was always a nice guy to me, and everyone else who treated him nice, but if someone crossed him, oh boy, it was on.â Mendy finished his last bite of yogurt, and put the empty container down on the curb. âHis face, the shape of his face, could physically change. It was terrifying. He had a thing about respect. If you were respectful to him, fine. But if he felt disrespected . . .
âThis one time, he forgot his heavy jacket out on the street by mistake, his own mistake, after heâd packed up for the night. He comes back the next day, and asks Eyeâa guy, a street guy, who hangs out around hereâif heâs seen the jacket. Eye says yeah, right after Al left, this guy who passes by here walking a little white dog every morning and every evening, he came by and picked up the jacket.
âSo Al, he waits until the guy comes by on his morning walk and approaches him. He says, âExcuse me, did you pick up a jacket from here yesterday night?â The guy says, âNo. I didnât.â And Al says, âOh really, that surprises me, because you know, my long-term acquaintance Eye, whoâs never steered me wrong on any factual matters, says you picked up my jacket that I forgot.â The guy says, âFine, so what if I did, what I find is mine. Itâs none of your business what I pick up off the street.â Al, I could tell heâs on the verge, he says, âMaybe you didnât realize it was my jacket. But it is, and Iâd like it back.â The guy says, âNo, fuck you, itâs my jacket now.â
âAl looks at him calmly. So calmly the guy thought maybe heâd won, but the thing is, your father at his calmest was your father at his most frightening. So he looks at the guy and saysâhis tone just as friendly as could beâhe says, âThatâs fine. I just want you to understand, though, that after I finish beating the shit out of you, Iâm going to beat the shit out of your dog.â
âThe guy went right on home and got the jacket and brought it back.
âLater, I said to him, âDamn, Al, that was something.â He says, âWhat do you mean?â I said, âAl, I mean, you were really going to beat up a little doggy?â He says, âLook, Mendy, I knew by the fact heâs every day taking this little dog for walks in the fresh air, that he really loves that animal. If people cross you, then you have to hurt what they love.ââ I liked hearing this story.
Gilbert Morris, Lynn Morris