Chapter Eleven #3
nephews.
The entirety of the “Hot Bunch” and “Rock Chicks,” including
Blanca, Eddie and Hector’s mother, and two gay dudes named Tod and Stevie, had
arrived, and they were having what could only be described as a party.
It wasn’t a rip-roarin’ one, loud
and obnoxious.
But Lottie had given them the cue that they needed to be
business as usual, so Mo was guessing this was that.
He was also guessing, since the more of them who came over,
the more business as usual they acted, the more herself she seemed, this was
exactly what she needed.
What was loud and obnoxious was the TV he could hear from
the neighbors’ place.
If Lottie was out there, trying to have a moment of quiet to
find some peace, it couldn’t happen because her neighbors seemed to want to
hear their TV not only from any corner of their yard, but any corner of any of
their neighbors’ yards.
“Yo.”
He turned his head and saw Eddie step out on the porch with
him.
“Yo,” he replied.
Eddie came to stand next to him and it took a millisecond
for his brows to draw together and his head to turn toward the neighbors’ yard.
“So this is gonna be you, not
Tex?” Mo asked.
Eddie’s attention came to Mo.
“Learn now, that man is a woman’s man,” Eddie shared. “After
she lost it earlier, Tex is strugglin’ with bein’ five feet from her. Any other time, he’d be out here.
This time, no fuckin’ way.”
Mo nodded.
He’d gotten that impression from Tex.
Though anyone who’d heard anything about Tex MacMillan knew
that was the way already.
“She’s deep for you,” Eddie pointed out.
“Good to know, since I’m there too,” he muttered.
“Noticed that,” Eddie replied in a mutter.
Mo didn’t mind he did since he wasn’t hiding it.
Eddie continued.
“I probably don’t need to tell you we’ll put the hurt on
you, you do that to her.”
That message had already been made clear.
“Nope,” Mo stated, hearing the channel change next door, now
it was some baseball game, then he could swear he heard a door close.
“And—”
“Hang on,” Mo said, turned, walked across the porch, into
the house, through the people in the house, out the front door, across the
lawn, to the neighbors’ front door.
He knocked just as he felt Eddie come up behind him.
“Mo—” Eddie started.
The door opened and the woman who opened it took one look at
him, her head tipped back, then she stepped back, and her face got white.
“Hey,” he said.
“Uh, hey,” she replied, her eyes darting to Eddie and back
to Mo.
“Honey, who is it?” a man’s voice came from in the house.
“Um, come here a sec, would you?” she called, not taking her
eyes off Mo.
“You watchin’ the game?” Mo asked.
“Sorry?” she asked back, and her gaze went beyond him again
just as Mo felt more bodies at his back.
“You watchin’ the game?” he
repeated as a man appeared from behind her.
He got a load of what was at his front door, his eyes got
big and it took him a second to decide whether to join his wife or yank her
away and shut the door.
He joined his wife.
At least that said something about him.
“Can I help you?” he asked.
“Are you watching the game?” Mo repeated.
“Erm…what?”
Jesus Christ.
“The game,” Mo bit off. “Are you watching the
game?”
“I have it on out back,” the man said.
“I know. I can hear it. But are you watching it?”
“Well, uh…”
“He’s listening to it. I don’t like sports on in the house,”
the wife said.
Like he suspected. This was why it was so loud. So it could
be heard in the house.
“He got a radio?” Mo asked.
“I…I guess not really but he likes to pop out and look in on
it when he can,” she explained.
“While he’s blasting it, but not even there to watch it,
it’s disturbing his neighbors,” Mo pointed out.
“It’s a weeknight. No one’s outside,” the man said.
“I was outside.”
“You…do you live here?” the man asked, openly unhappy about
the idea of Mo being a neighbor.
“No, but my woman does, right there.” He tipped his head
toward Lottie’s house. “And today, she had a really tough day. Bad as you can
imagine. She has her folks around her, but they’ll leave and then she’ll need
peace and quiet. Not have to listen to the game. So can you shut it off or turn
it down?”
“I wanna hear it,” the man
replied.
“I don’t,” Mo returned.
“Right, I’ll go out and turn it down,” the man allowed.
“Awesome. Thanks. But have a mind. My woman says it happens
a lot. I don’t wanna be comin’
over here all the time asking you to have a mind.”
The man glanced behind Mo, decided to save face and puffed
up his chest. “I can do what I want in my own house.”
Mo nodded. “Yeah, you absolutely can. You can even decide to
be an asshole and not give a shit about your neighbors in your own house, all
because you wanna hear a baseball game. And I’m free
to come to the door and ask you not to be an asshole. Somethin’
I don’t mind doin’ if it bothers my woman. I also
don’t mind callin’ the cops and makin’
a complaint. Now, you can deal with that hassle, or you can decide not to be an
asshole. Your choice.”
On that, Mo turned to leave.
And on that, the man called, “You know, it’s not cool to
come over and try to intimidate me like that!”
Mo turned back. “I made a request, did it as polite as I
could in the face of you not bein’ polite at all. And
you decided to act your version of a man which is your call, but I’d argue it
wasn’t the right one. I didn’t use intimidating language. I just asked you to
turn your TV down and have a mind to that in the future.”
“You’re big as a house, you got ten
big guys behind you and you told me you’re gonna call
the cops on me for listening to a stupid baseball game.”
“I got ten big guys behind me
because they’re all my woman’s family, and like I said, she had a bad day and
needs her family around her and her neighbor not to act like a jerk. And I
simply informed you what I would do if you continued not to behave in a
neighborly fashion. Last, I can’t agree baseball is stupid, but if you think
that, why would you go to the mat for it?”
The man’s face was getting red. “I—”
“Listen,” Mo cut him off. “You’re workin’
yourself up for no reason. Just turn it down and have a mind.”
The man’s face twisted and at that point he decided to work
out what were probably some life issues, considering the fact he wasn’t all
that tall, and not built at all.
“You know, guys like you think they can do whatever they
want just because they look like you do,” he clipped.
“What I know, even the way I look, I’d have a mind to the
people around me and wouldn’t turn my TV so loud, it’d disturb them,” Mo
returned. “But mostly that’s because I don’t think the world revolves around me
and I couldn’t give a shit about the fact that it actually doesn’t. I use my
turn signal too.”
The man’s face got even redder at that.
He didn’t use his turn signal.
Mo sighed and through it said, “I think we’re done. Thanks
for your time.”
The second he moved out, Eddie moved in and stated, “And
just to confirm, I’m family. I’m your neighbor’s brother-in-law. I’m also a
cop. And any noise complaint reported on this address will be expedited. So in
the end, you’d have been better off dealing with just Mo, considering he has
courtesy, patience and restraint, like you’d have been better off just
apologizing and turning down your TV. Every day, we can learn new things. This
is today’s lesson for you. Now you folks have a nice evening.”
Mo didn’t turn back to see the response to Eddie’s message.
Because Lottie and the rest of the Rock Chicks were crowded
on her front stoop.
Well, not all of them. There were too many. Some of them
were poking their heads out of the front door.
She had her arms crossed on her chest, that top dropping
down her shoulder, and it might be insensitive, but he hoped with all the love
and support she’d gotten that day, his blowjob was a lot less indefinitely
delayed.
“Your neighbor is kind of a dickhead,” he told her when he
got close.
“I knew that the first time he played his TV loud,” she
replied and tipped her head, the mass of her hair she’d arranged at the crown
after her shower falling to her shoulder. “You just couldn’t help yourself,
could you?”
He stopped two steps down from her. “Nope.”
She smiled down at him, white and huge.
Then she listed forward, like a tree falling.
Mo caught her.
And stepping through a sea of Rock Chicks, he carried his
smiling girl into her house.
He felt bad he’d interrupted Eddie’s “You hurt her, we’ll
fuck you up” speech.
But…
Priorities.
He had to look after his girl.