my whole life was about Jesus,â John Sunday said. âAnd when I got the feeling in my heart that He was there, it just made everything all right. Let me tell youâit made everything all right!â
âYou made your peace with that landlord of yours?â Elijah asked. He was taking the money from his wallet to pay for the fish.
âYeah, once I got the Section Eight papers filled out like you told me,â John Sunday said. âYou donât want no oysters?â
âGot some,â Elijah said.
âGot them shucked and in a tub?â John Sunday said.
âCanât spend all day shucking oysters, John,â Elijah answered.
âCanât play no checkers, canât cook, just what are you good for, anyway?â
âIâm good for a lot of things,â Elijah said. âAnd you know Iâm experimenting with your mullet stew. Iâm going to get it, and when I do, Iâm going to invite you up to dinner. Iâm not going to say a thing, either. Iâm just going to sit back and watch you eat it. Then Iâm going to whip out my ruler and measure the smile spreading across your face.â
âOysters in a tub?â John Sunday said. âI donât think so, âLijah.â
âYou donât have your scrapbook with you, do you?â Elijah said. âMr. DuPree here hasnât seen anything like your scrapbook.â
The shelf behind John Sunday was filled with sauces in bottles, containers of fish batter, and jars of seasoned salts. Under some bottles of tartar sauce was a big notebook. He pulled it out and handed it to me.
I thought it was going to be something on religion, but it wasnât. He had bought a regular composition book and filled it with page after page of magazine and newspaper articles about Paris Hilton. I looked through the scrapbook. There were pictures of Paris Hilton when she was a little girl, pictures of her with her family, and some pictures of her just about naked.
âI guess you like Paris Hilton,â I said.
âI donât hate her, but Iâm studying on her,â John Sunday said. âI figure if I can find out what makes that little girl so famous, I will be the smartest man in the world. Just like some people study on butterflies or different types of roses, I study up on Paris Hilton. She gets on television and donât do much of nothing and everybody is falling all over her. But between me and Elijah, we will figure it out. Wonât we, âLijah?â
âThat we will, John Sunday,â Elijah said. âThat we will.â
Elijah stood up and shook John Sundayâs hand, and then the two men put their arms around each other for a few seconds before they said good-bye.
8
Me and Elijah started walking back uptown. All the way, he was showing me places he had lived or worked or where famous people had lived.
âBumpy Johnson used to live over on this side of the street,â he said, standing in front of a stand selling caps and cell phone chargers, âand Dutch Schultz used to have his office over on that side. You know who they were?â
âGuys dealing with the social contract?â
âNope, hoodlums,â Elijah said. âBumpy was black and Dutch was white and they were both tough guys. Thatâs when everybody was fighting over who was going to control the illegal gambling in Harlem.â
âWho won?â
âThe State of New York. They kicked out the hoodlums and took over the betting themselves,â Elijah said. âOnly now they call it the lottery.â
âThings are changing now,â I said. âTheyâre building up this neighborhood really fast.â
âHarlem is changing,â he said. âBut Harlem has always been about change. We donât stand still up here. Only the image that people carry around with them stays in the same place.â
Elijah is a slow talker but a pretty fast walker, and it took