Free Tears of a Tiger by Sharon M. Draper Page A
Authors: Sharon M. Draper
lover) of the first black woman something-or-other?
âNo, I donât. I donât know where Iâll be, but Iâm not there with you. Iâm not anywhere.
âVery strange, your visions of the future. What about the near future, like next Friday?
âThat far, I can see.
âDo you see us getting together?
âI see us at a movieâ¦. I see us at Mickey Dâs for burgersâ¦. I see us makinâ passionate love in the moonlight!
âI think your crystal ball is cracked. But two out of three ainât bad.
âWhich two were right?
âGet off the phone, silly dude. Iâll see you tomorrow.
âGânight, Keisha. You know, I like talkinâ to you on the phone.
âWhy?
ââCause you donât make fun of me when I start talkinâ off-the-wall stuff. And you listen to whatever foolishness I got to say.
âThatâs âcause I like you, Andy. And I care about you.
âYouâre somethinâ special, you know.
âThatâs what all the fellas say.
âGirl, get outta here. Talk to you tomorrow.
âOkay, Andy. Bye. You going to sleep now?
âYeah. My head is on the pillow and Iâm gonna fall asleep thinkâ âbout you.
âThen I guess youâll have sweet dreams. Good night.
ââNight, Keisha.
Â
âAndy! Andy! Andy! Why are you sleepinâ in that soft warm bed with the fresh blue pillowcases? Iâm cold, Andy. Can I borrow a blanket?
âWhoâs there? Who said that?
âItâs me, brother. Your main man, Roberto. And yes, Iâm cold. Very cold. Itâs no fun beinâ dead.
âIâm sorry, Rob. You know I didnât mean to hurt you.
âUnderstood, my man. But whenâre you cominâ to keep me company?
âMe?
âWe could play some on-on-one. You know I always could beat you.
âWhat you talkinâ about? You want me to be dead?
âYeah, man, with you dead, itâll be live! Wait a minute. Does that make sense?
âNone of this makes sense. What do you want, Robbie?
âI want you, Andy. You. Ainât no black folks in the part of Heaven that I been assigned to and Iâm bored.
âWhat?
âComputer foul-up. Since my last name is Washington, they put me in the section with George and Martha. Nice folks, but boring! George never even heard of basketball, and Martha keeps askinâ why there ainât no slave quarters in Heaven. So I spend most of my time (which, by the way, is an eternity) bringinâ âem up to date on American history. And you know I slept through most of Killianâs class, so Iâm runninâ out of things to tell âem.
âRob, you drivinâ me crazy! None of this makes any sense. I must be dreaminâ!
âSure, youâre dreaminâ. You know, if you had a Teenage Warrior Space Soldier with you, I couldnât be botherinâ you. Theyâre pretty powerful, you know.
âYou mean Monty was right?
âSure. And tell him heâs also right about dreams. Itâs trueâblack folks do dream in color. Big dreams need technicolor. So, when you cominâ?
âI canât, Rob. Please leave me alone.
âItâs all your fault, you know. All your fault. You got the beer. You drove the car. You smashed into the wall. You killed me. And now you gotta come and keep me company.
âNo! I swear I didnât mean to! It was an accident! A horrible, horrible accident!
âIâm waitinâ for ya, Andyâ¦. Iâm waitingâ¦.
âNo! No! No! Get outta here! Leave me alone!
Â
âAndy? You okay?
âWhaâ? What? Whatsa matter, Monty? Why you in here?
âYou were screaminâ. Did you have a bad dream after all?
âA bad dream? Yeah, I guess so. Iâm okay now.
âYou want my Teenage Warrior Space Soldier? I got two. Rocketman is the most powerful, but Astroman has the most
âNo, I donât. I donât know where Iâll be, but Iâm not there with you. Iâm not anywhere.
âVery strange, your visions of the future. What about the near future, like next Friday?
âThat far, I can see.
âDo you see us getting together?
âI see us at a movieâ¦. I see us at Mickey Dâs for burgersâ¦. I see us makinâ passionate love in the moonlight!
âI think your crystal ball is cracked. But two out of three ainât bad.
âWhich two were right?
âGet off the phone, silly dude. Iâll see you tomorrow.
âGânight, Keisha. You know, I like talkinâ to you on the phone.
âWhy?
ââCause you donât make fun of me when I start talkinâ off-the-wall stuff. And you listen to whatever foolishness I got to say.
âThatâs âcause I like you, Andy. And I care about you.
âYouâre somethinâ special, you know.
âThatâs what all the fellas say.
âGirl, get outta here. Talk to you tomorrow.
âOkay, Andy. Bye. You going to sleep now?
âYeah. My head is on the pillow and Iâm gonna fall asleep thinkâ âbout you.
âThen I guess youâll have sweet dreams. Good night.
ââNight, Keisha.
Â
âAndy! Andy! Andy! Why are you sleepinâ in that soft warm bed with the fresh blue pillowcases? Iâm cold, Andy. Can I borrow a blanket?
âWhoâs there? Who said that?
âItâs me, brother. Your main man, Roberto. And yes, Iâm cold. Very cold. Itâs no fun beinâ dead.
âIâm sorry, Rob. You know I didnât mean to hurt you.
âUnderstood, my man. But whenâre you cominâ to keep me company?
âMe?
âWe could play some on-on-one. You know I always could beat you.
âWhat you talkinâ about? You want me to be dead?
âYeah, man, with you dead, itâll be live! Wait a minute. Does that make sense?
âNone of this makes sense. What do you want, Robbie?
âI want you, Andy. You. Ainât no black folks in the part of Heaven that I been assigned to and Iâm bored.
âWhat?
âComputer foul-up. Since my last name is Washington, they put me in the section with George and Martha. Nice folks, but boring! George never even heard of basketball, and Martha keeps askinâ why there ainât no slave quarters in Heaven. So I spend most of my time (which, by the way, is an eternity) bringinâ âem up to date on American history. And you know I slept through most of Killianâs class, so Iâm runninâ out of things to tell âem.
âRob, you drivinâ me crazy! None of this makes any sense. I must be dreaminâ!
âSure, youâre dreaminâ. You know, if you had a Teenage Warrior Space Soldier with you, I couldnât be botherinâ you. Theyâre pretty powerful, you know.
âYou mean Monty was right?
âSure. And tell him heâs also right about dreams. Itâs trueâblack folks do dream in color. Big dreams need technicolor. So, when you cominâ?
âI canât, Rob. Please leave me alone.
âItâs all your fault, you know. All your fault. You got the beer. You drove the car. You smashed into the wall. You killed me. And now you gotta come and keep me company.
âNo! I swear I didnât mean to! It was an accident! A horrible, horrible accident!
âIâm waitinâ for ya, Andyâ¦. Iâm waitingâ¦.
âNo! No! No! Get outta here! Leave me alone!
Â
âAndy? You okay?
âWhaâ? What? Whatsa matter, Monty? Why you in here?
âYou were screaminâ. Did you have a bad dream after all?
âA bad dream? Yeah, I guess so. Iâm okay now.
âYou want my Teenage Warrior Space Soldier? I got two. Rocketman is the most powerful, but Astroman has the most
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