Free If You Don't Know Me by Mary B. Morrison

call on my personal iPhone distracted me. I pressed IGNORE . I felt like a celebrity with two phones. Immediately he called back.
    â€œWhat’s up, bro? I’m busy.”
    â€œWhy you lying? I see your ass sitting in the food court.”
    I looked up. My brother Beaux was leaning over the rail. I asked him, “What you doing up there by the Michael Kors store? Buying a purse?” I laughed, then sang, “You ain’t got no girlfriend.”
    Beaux wasn’t gay or anything but he hadn’t gone steady in a long time. Maybe I should hook him up.
    â€œMeet me up here. I’m starving. Let’s go grab something to eat at 51 Fifteen,” he said. “My treat.”
    â€œWe ate there two days ago, dude. I’m good,” I lied. I was so hungry I could eat a cow and her calves too. Food could wait. My mind was made up to make Madison let me see my son tonight. “Stop stalking me, dude.”
    Beaux’s taste buds had gone from Pappas Bar-B-Q to fine dining almost every day since our mama died. He refused to take anything for granted. I felt the same. That was why I had to see my kid. With this windfall, ain’t no telling what Beaux would upgrade to. Me, I was forever a Texas cowboy who loved pussy, pretty women, and the simple life.
    â€œI’m not asking,” he said. “We can go wherever you like. Stay there. I’m coming down.”
    Soon as he was out of my sight, I ran toward Rainforest Cafe, dashed out the exit, and got in my truck.
    In a matter of minutes, I was at Madison’s. Chicago’s car was actually gone. What did I have to do to start tracking Madison again? My online satellite was blocked. How’d she do that? She would never let me close enough to her phone again so I could download a GPS app like I’d done the night she passed out while riding my dick.
    The one time Madison sexed me was the best of my life until our baby was born. Tears clouded my eyes. I parked my Super Duty a block from Madison’s house. If she saw my truck, she’d probably get scared. I didn’t get out right away.
    Had to talk with my mama first. I touched my forehead, chest, right then left shoulder. “I’m getting ready to see your grandson.” I missed my mama. I’d make sure Zach knew who Sarah Lee Washington was. I should’ve brought a picture of Mama for him. Next time.
    Hawking up the mucus in my throat, I opened the door and chucked it in the grass. “Fertilizer.” I sat in the driver’s seat. I used the phone dude gave me and typed in MADISON TYLER on Facebook hoping she’d posted pics of our son. A few matches came up for her name but none of the profiles were her. I entered MADISON TYLER-DUBOIS . She came up but only friends could see her page.
    What the hell? Why was I friends with Chicago and not her?
    I started to send a request then remembered that Charles Singleton had warned me not to change the Facebook settings on the cell he’d given me. Adding or deleting friends was prohibited too. My sole purpose was to keep track of Chicago until I killed him. If I sent a request from my phone, Madison would know it was me. My friend page had photos of mountains and sunsets. Too many of them to count.
    My personal profile name was Kilamandingo. I had lots of friend requests but didn’t have a pic of myself anywhere on my page. Didn’t want those football fans attacking me for shooting Chicago. I didn’t accept any friends. Having no friends was true in my everyday life too. Watching other people was my main reason for signing up.
    Getting out of my truck, I strolled past Madison’s girlfriend Tisha’s home. The next house was Loretta’s. I stared at her place. Loretta’s lights were on downstairs. I paused for a moment then continued my stride. I didn’t care for her anymore. If she called the cops, she’d be doing me a favor. Breaking the protective order Loretta had