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  And then it feels like someone’s thrown a bucket of ice water over me as I realize…

  I reach out as I have so often with sleeping patients. Check her wrist, then her neck for a pulse… but unlike with those other patients, her pulse is non-existent.

  “No…” I shake my head, wanting to deny in full what’s right before my eyes. But I can feel it. Right down to my bones. She’s no longer here.

  I say “No!” again, crying because she’s my grandma. My Best Grandma. And truthfully, the best mother I’ve ever had.

  “No!” I crumple to my knees, my head falling into her lap, as I sob, “No, Grandma. Please, no…”

  But even my wild sobs can’t keep what’s already happened from having happened. My grandma’s gone home. She’s with Paw Paw now.

  Chapter 39

  I don’t remember much of what happens after they take Grandma’s body away. A brain made of cotton as I make a whole lot of calls. First to all the Sunday Dinner relatives, and then to the ones further away, and lastly to the one in L.A. The one I haven’t called in a very, very long time.

  I get her voicemail. “You found me, now leave a message,” my mother’s down home voice tells me.

  So I do. “Mom—I mean, Valerie. I mean Goody,” I correct myself, remembering that’s her stage name now. “This is Kyra. Grandma… she’s gone home. And I know you weren’t able to make it for Paw Paw’s funeral, but I thought you might want to try to make it for this one. Here’s the information.”

  I quickly give her the details for the funeral, then I say bye, and then I hang up. I’m not surprised she doesn’t call back.

  I don’t need her anyway. There’s a steady stream of relatives in and out of the house, checking on me from about fifteen minutes after I make the first call to Bernice. Making me grateful for the family who does love me… and sad, because I can barely bring myself to eat any of the delicious food they keep dropping off and warming up for me.

  I call Wyatt LaGrange’s assistant on the Monday I’m supposed to meet with him, and tell her we’ll have to reschedule because my grandma passed. She expresses her condolences like any decent person would, and then she tells me to call her just as soon as I’m ready. “Wyatt really is very excited to meet with you,” she assures me.

  I tell her I’ll call back as soon as I can. I don’t have the heart to tell her the meeting will now have to be about something very different, a selling of the songs I’ve already posted online, because I don’t think I’m going to have any other music to write for a very long time.

  After I get off the phone with Wyatt LaGrange’s assistant, I go and lie down on my bed. I’m all slept out, but unable to face the gang of relatives outside my door. So I just lie there, listening to them talking and moving around. My whole mind has gone even quieter than when Paw Paw died. Not a song to be heard. Just dull gray cotton as far as my mind’s eye can see.

  A knock sounds on the other side of the door.

  “Kiki!” one of my cousin’s calls out.

  Rhonda. I ignore her. Maybe if I don’t answer, she’ll go away and leave me to my silent room with my empty mind.

  But another knock comes, and this time it’s accompanied by my cousin Bernice’s soft voice, “Kiki, I think you’d better come out,” she says, almost apologetically.

  “There’s another fine-ass white boy here asking for you!” Rhonda adds, so loud, her voice has probably carried to the front door.

  Some serious shushing sounds from Bernice, and a “What? I’m just telling her who’s at the door!” from Rhonda.

  “If you really trying to tell her, say it’s that one football player that got knocked blind.” My cousin Tyrone’s voice charges into the fray, making me wonder exactly how many cousins are outside my door right now.

  I sit up in bed. “Do you mean, Beau?” I ask. “Beau Prescott?”

  “Yeah, that’s him,” Tyrone answers. Then he asks, “Kiki, how you know him?”

  IT’S HIM. IT’S REALLY HIM. I find Beau Prescott, my brother, standing on the front porch in the same pair of gold, mirrored aviators he was wearing when he came to Colin’s hotel room to win Josie back.

  “Hi,” I say when I see him. Feeling awkward… and confused.

  “Hey,” he says. “I… um… I mean, Josie—Josie told me about your grandmother’s passing and I…”

  He trails off again.

  “And you came to see me?” I ask, my voice filled with wonder, because I still can’t quite believe Beau is actually here at my home, even though he’s standing right in front of me.

  “Yeah,” he says. “Josie mentioned you told her your grandma basically raised you. And I know when my dad died, I was a little—I don’t know, bummed because I didn’t have any other real family around except Kitty. And you’ve met Kitty.”

  I smile, getting his meaning exactly. I couldn’t imagine the walking reenactment of Gone with the Wind that was Kitty Prescott suddenly turning into a pillar of strength after her husband died.

  “I spent most of the week I took off to come home, trying to keep Kitty from drinking on top of all the valium she was taking to get through the funeral. But…”

  He nods over my shoulder at my family who are all gathered behind me and openly staring at the second famous white man to pay us a visit in less than three months. “I can hear you’ve got plenty of family to see you through, so I guess I ought to…”

  He turns his electronic walking stick on, cueing a green laser that always puts me in mind of the light sabers from Star Wars.

  “Beau,” I say before he can turn to leave. “I really am sorry about what I did.”

  “What did she do?” I hear one of my cousins wonder out loud behind me. “Bernice, you know anything about this?”

  Another shushing sound from Bernice, who knows everything but would never tell our loud mouth family.

  “That’s not something you need to be thinking about right now, Kyra,” he answers. “You just focus on your family and what you need to do.”

  He turns to leave again, and again I stop him, this time touching his arm. “Beau did Josie drive you here?” I ask. “Is there somewhere we can talk?” I roll my eyes at my family behind me, who I can hear whispering play-by-plays and conjectures like “maybe she was sleeping with him, too. Maybe that’s why the other white boy broke up with her.”

  Beau turns back around to face me. “Actually there is somewhere we can talk,” he says.

  LESS THAN TWO MINUTES LATER, Beau’s led me to a two-seater vehicle, sitting on the side of the road. The car—if you can call it that—looks like Hello Kitty and a smart car had a baby: Hello Smartie. But on the inside, there’s only two leather seats and a huge touchscreen dashboard where the steering wheel, gear shifts, brake pedals, and AC/heating units would usually be in a regular car.

  It feels a little like climbing inside a tiny spaceship, except even more surreal, since as soon as I sit down, the car’s onboard system blares to life. And then an efficient, not quite human voice asks me to electronically sign a non-disclosure agreement before I can so much as say, “Wow! Is this a driverless car?”

  Which is how I find myself screen-signing my third NDA less than six months after signing my first.

  “Sorry about that,” Beau says after I’m done.

  “No problem,” I answer, looking around the car, now that I’m legally allowed to—as long as I don’t tell a soul I did it.

  “Technically, this is an unofficial experiment drive for an unnamed corporation that hopes to use me as a spokesperson once they start selling these to the public. They’ve got a lot of government contracts and a federal mandate to make sure this car can go anywhere in America, but the laws about driverless technology are still a little shaky, so we’ve got to keep this trip under the radar.”

  I want to say something clever like, “You can trust me”—but we both already know what happened the last time he did that.

  “Your family is… something else,” Beau says into the a
wkward silence that follows his explanation about why I had to sign an NDA just to sit in his car.

  “Yeah, they’re something all right,” I answer. “Can you see now why I was so interested in getting to know somebody who hadn’t been raised to tell it like it is twenty-four-seven?”

  Beau chuckles. “Yeah, I guess. But your family’s not so bad. Trust me, it could be worse.”

  I think of my mother’s neglect, and the black eye Colin was sporting the first time we met—the one that made him decide to end his summer visit with his father early.

  “Was it worse?” I ask Beau. “I mean Colin mentioned something about your family being unhappy once. And it came as a surprise.”

  Beau shrugs. “He was your father, too. You know…”

  “Actually I don’t. He didn’t come around much, and when he did, it was usually really late at night. And he only talked to my mother, in her bedroom. The only reason I knew he was my father was because that’s what my mother called him when she got drunk and bitter. I don’t think he said more than ten words to me my entire life.”

  Beau shakes his head with a bitter laugh of his own. “Yeah, that sounds exactly like how he’d handle knocking up his mistress. But if it makes you feel any better, he was a withholding bastard to me, too, and everybody knew I was his son. Nothing I did was ever good enough, because I wanted to be a football player, not go into business like he did. Don’t think you missed out. The man was a bastard to everyone he ever met, especially the ones who loved him.”

  “Yeah, I kind of figured,” I admit. “That’s why I fixated on you, I think,” I tell Beau. “The odds of me getting what I wanted were better. Not by much, but you know… better.”

  “But you thought I’d reject you like he did. That’s why you didn’t tell me, wasn’t it? Even after Josie hired you.”

  “Yeah, that’s pretty much it,” I say. I peep over at him. “So you believe me now, about being your sister?”

  “Yeah, I guess I do,” he says. He goes quiet for a second, then says, “I remember where I heard your voice before. That night you came over with Miss Val. I was younger, so were you, but I remember it. Remember you. Remember thinking you looked like this photo of my grandma that used to hang in the front room, before Kitty redecorated after my dad died. It was a picture taken of her right before her coming out ball, and I remember thinking you looked just like her, but brown, with a wider nose.”

  Beau let’s out a shaky sigh. “I guess I knew back then. Just like I know now.”

  Neither of us say anything for a while after that, just letting the truth sink in, that Beau’s my brother and I’m his sister, and as far as immediate family goes, we’re pretty much all the other has left in the world.

  Then I say, “So tell me the truth, Brother. Exactly how much of this did Josie put you up to?”

  Beau barks out a laugh. “Pretty much all of it. I’ve been—I don’t know—difficult since the wedding. That Mike Lancer situation threw Josie and me for a loop. I mean Fairgood and me solved it, but still it scared me. Kept me up at night wondering whether I’d ever be able to be the father this kid we’ve got coming deserves. Got grumpier and grumpier, and finally Josie just lost it. Told me this was the kind of thing you’re supposed to talk over with your friends and family. And since I don’t really keep in touch with the guys I used to know on my football team…”

  “So you decided to use your driverless car trip to come see me,” I say, touching my heart.

  “You don’t sound insulted.”

  “That’s because I’m too happy you’re here,” I answer with a smile. “You are the best thing in a very sad week. Plus, I’ve seriously always wanted to be your sister.”

  Now he smiles. “I’m glad I could make this sad time a little brighter for you, then. Should I call you Kiki?”

  I groan. “Please don’t.”

  “Yep, I guess that means I should. My first act as an annoying older brother. I’ll tell Josie that’s what she has to call you, too.”

  “Seriously?” I say, wondering, if anyone I know will ever call me by my actual first name.

  The thought of nicknames brings my mind back around to Colin, and more specifically something Beau said earlier.

  “What did you mean when you said, you and ‘Fairgood’ solved the Mike Lancer problem?”

  Beau grinned. “Oh, did I forget to mention Nerd Book Club showed up at my house with two bats about an hour after you left? Said he didn’t want to talk about you, but he did want to talk about going over to Mike Lancer’s to have a little chat with him. So we did.”

  “And what happened?” I ask, my eyes wide.

  “Well,” says Beau tilting his head to the side. “I can’t say we got much talking done, but Fairgood and me let Lancer know what it feels like to be on the other side of a beat down. Then Colin and me used some of our connections to make sure Mike didn’t use his connections to fuck with Josie or her shelter anymore.”

  “Weren’t you afraid he would sue?”

  “Nah. Colin said Mike would be too scared about keeping up appearances to take us to court, which would mean us saying exactly why two otherwise upstanding members of our communities decided to take bats to that abusive piece of shit. Asshole actually called 9-1-1 and claimed he was the victim of a home invasion… then refused to hand over the security footage from his home cameras.”

  Beau chuckles, “Let me tell you, me marrying a black woman over the holidays barely registered in Forest Brook, because everybody was still too busy talking about Mike.”

  “Wow,” I say, surprised but not really. Colin loved Josie. He wasn’t in love with her. I knew that now. But he loved her. And of course, he’d do whatever it took to protect his friend. “I’m glad he came through for Josie.”

  Beau tilts his head again in that way of his. “You sure he was only coming through for Josie?”

  “I’m sure there was some beef left over between him and Mike, too,” I add, thinking about that night Mike broke his violin.

  “Are you really going to pretend him going after Mike Lancer with a bat had nothing to do with you?” Beau asks.

  He’s not looking directly at me, but I look straight at him when I answer, “No, I really don’t think he’s giving me a lot of thought these days after what I did.”

  “Hmm,” Beau says. “I don’t know what went down between the two of you, and the truth is, I don’t want to know. I’m just starting to accept that you’re my little sister, so I’m really not wanting to think too hard on you hooking up with the guy who tried to steal the love of my life away—”

  “Only because he was confused and trying to get over losing his mother—”

  Beau puts a hand up to stop me before I can finish defending Colin.

  “Whatever, Kiki. All I’m saying is he came to the wedding, wished me and Josie all the best, and it sounded like he meant it. Before with Colin, I’m not going to lie, the only thing that kept my jealousy in check was knowing Josie left me the last time I let it take over. But I didn’t have to hold myself back with Colin this time. Whatever feelings he used to have for Josie, they just weren’t there at the wedding.”

  “Okay,” I say. “I’m glad he’s moved on. But that doesn’t mean…” I swallow, hating how painful this is to say out loud, “That doesn’t mean he wants to move on with me.”

  “Hmm,” Beau says again.

  Then he goes so quiet, I feel compelled to say, “What?”

  “It’s just that I always thought guys were the dumb ones when it came to relationships. I mean, I pretty much proved that a few times in my own relationship with Josie.” He tilts his head towards me and lifts his eyebrows. “But now I’m realizing girls can be pretty dumb, too.”

  Chapter 40

  Beau and I stay in his Hello Smartie car for a long time talking. So long, the sun’s setting in the sky by the time we both start feeling a little hungry.

  I’ve got all that food in the house, so it seems natural to invite him in for d
inner, despite my family still being there when we came back, like a SWAT team waiting out a hostage situation while Beau and me had been having our long overdue talk in the car.

  Beau ends up having to answer all sorts of football questions from my male cousins, and by the time the moon’s up, it’s been decided. Beau will sleep on the couch. My cousin Darnell, who used to play for the Tennessee State Tigers, goes out to his car and gets Beau some workout clothes to sleep in, and promises to bring him his other good black suit for the funeral tomorrow.

  Despite his generosity, Tyrone and my other male cousins tease Darnell mercilessly about me having to discover a half-brother in order for us to get a family member who actually made it into the pros. Beau takes the heated discussion that starts up after that as his cue to call Josie, while I all but push everybody out the door.

  “Is she okay with you staying?” I ask after he gets off the phone and the house has been emptied of trash-talking cousins.

  A fond smile spreads over Beau’s lips. “You know Josie. Plus, she’s an only child with half-siblings floating around somewhere out there, too,” he says. “Of course she’s happy I’m staying. Says she’s glad I can be here for you.”

  “Me, too,” I answer, thinking about how little he or Josie has to worry about when it comes to being good parents. I have no doubt my future niece or nephew is going to be one of the luckiest kids in the world.

  I’m happy to have Beau spend the night before my grandma’s funeral. But still, morning comes too soon. Too soon, it’s time for me to put on a black dress and for Beau to put on Darnell’s second best black suit. I’m surprised when I lead Beau back outside to find his car gone.

  “What?” Beau asks when I suddenly stop beside him.

  “Your car’s gone.”

  “Yeah,” Beau says with a half-hearted shrug. “Only problem with self-driving cars—when you tell their makers you’re going to be staying longer than originally planned, they can just call them back.”

  “I’m sorry,” I say, realizing my family majorly inconvenienced Beau by deciding he’d be staying on for the funeral of a woman he’d never met.