idea. We need to talk and pray about it. If the answer is still no, we should make that clear before expectations gain momentum. The last thing we need is for DaShawn to get all revved up over the idea and then we have to shut him down. We
do
need Godâs answer here.â
âWell, we need somethinâ, thatâs for sure. âCause we canât cover that mortgage on our own.â
After passing another tidy bungalow with its drapes pulledâseemed like everyoneâs drapes or blinds were pulledâwe came to the cul-de-sac. I stopped and swept my hand toward the big, new house that took up the whole end of the street. âAt least we donât have to pay
his
mortgage. Can you believe that thing?â All the other homes on our street were modest brick bungalows of one sort or another except for our greystone and a redbrick two-flat on the other sideâclassic Chicago neighborhood. âWhat possessed someone to build an enormous house at the head of the street? Itâs out of place. Doesnât fit.â
âWho knows? Maybe he grew up here and got rich and just wanted to come back to the old neighborhood. Wouldnât that be better than fleeing to the âburbs the minute they make it?â She pulled on my arm. âCome on. Itâs cold just standing here.â
I looked back over my shoulder as we started down the other side of Beecham. âYeah, but did you check out that big black Lincoln in his drive? Maybe heâs a Lincoln lawyer like the guy in Michael Connellyâs novel.â
âYou and your detective books. We were talkinâ about what weâre going to do with our first-floor apartment. And I think . . . maybe we should consider Rodneyâit could be temporary, at least until we know whatâs going to happen to your mom. He seems very cooperative. Except, whatâs with him callinâ you Harry all the time? I thought he was callinâ you Dad.â
âAh, donât mean nothinâ. Just street talk.â But I had to admit Iâd liked it when at first he was calling me Dad.
âWell, if you say so. And you know, it might be good for DaShawn, havinâ his dad around.â
I gave her a skeptical look, but I knew what it meant when she started spreading her mother-hen wings. I drew in a deep breath. âAw, I donât know, Estelle. Too many maybes. Yeah, heâs cleanâbut how long is he going to stay that way? And what if Rodney doesnât get a job and canât pay his rent? Then weâd be stuck. Weâd have to kick him out so we could get someone else in there. Could get real nasty.â I shook my head. âJust wish we werenât dependent on that rent money.â
She loosened her grip on my arm and moved away slightly so she could look at me. âSo, what would we do if we didnât need his rent money? Just let him keep on livinâ there without payinâ rent? He might need some tough love, Harry. Whether we needed the money or not, he needs to take responsibility for himself.â
I scratched my chin, thinking about what she said. âWell, youâre right. If we had to kick him out, it could make a world of difference
why
we did it. Would we be doing it for his sake because moochinâ off people ainât right? Or because weâre desperate for the money? Hear what Iâm sayinâ?â
âWell, yeah, but . . .â Her voice trailed off.
When we were halfway down the other side of the block and she still hadnât finished her sentence, I prodded, âBut what?â
âOh, I donât know.â
âEstelle, think about it. Are you
really
open to him livinâ below us?â I remembered what sheâd said about family when she was talking about caring for Mom, but Rodney was a whole other ball of wax.
She heaved a sigh. âWell, youâre right. If we end up squeezinâ him because weâre