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âThe bagel? Do you mean to tell me youâve never had one?â He took a bite and pushed it at me again. âYouâre already a beanpole . . . you gotta eat. Trust me. Itâs really good.â
You gotta eat, sister.
Thatâs not Crucifix.
âSister, you gotta eat somethinâ . . . Father Lombardiâs orders. Itâs been over a day and you need your strength.â
The only person Iâd seen since Father Lombardi brought me to the closed wing was the guard. He wasnât a priest. He was typical New York abrasive and smelled like cigarettes. Like Crucifix.
âEverythingâs gonna be okay, youâll see. Donât be so nervous about it.â He grunted a laugh. âThereâs a first time for everything.â
A first time for everything. Ha. Wonât you be surprised?
âSorry . . . Iâm not hungry.â I stood from the ratty, old kneeling bench and walked around the room trying not to make eye contact with him. âAs you can imagine, Iâm unsettled by this change in scenery. How long do I have to stay here?â
âEh, I dunno . . . maybe another day or two. We got a fancy ass party to go to.â He pushed at the tray of food. âYa better eat up. Them parties mostly have stupid little sandwiches and pigs in blankets. Iâm sure this ainât your first rodeo, sister. Get to eatinâ.â
When Crucifix started sneaking food over to me in the corner, it made me feel kind of safe. It was years before I even realized what that feeling was. Wish I felt it now. He never pushed me to sit with the other kids or to come out of hiding. When he was done eating, heâd bring stuff heâd put aside so I could eat in secret. No one bothered him because heâd been there longer than most. Since no one wanted trouble with Gio, no one wanted it with me either. That guard wouldnât want trouble with him.
He was my best friendâmy brother. My family. My love. No one on earth has ever meant as much to me as Crucifix. He was my first and would be my only, no matter what.
Forgive me, Father. I have committed my last sin.
No. You havenât. Your last will be leaving Gio broken with no hope of repair.
I donât regret my initial transgression. I donât regret my love. I only regret allowing my lust to keep him in tormentâin limbo.
Forgive me, Crucifix.
The big ogre closed the door behind him and I was left in solitude again. I went from praying on the bench, to inspecting all of the wounds that were the last touches Crucifix would ever be able to give me. Forgive my lustful thoughts, Father.
I canât help myself.
I no longer need to try.
The amends werenât at Crucifixâs hand. I wasnât cleansed by him like usual. I was just beginning to pay for my offenses. The wages of sin is death.
Holy Mary, Mother of God, please hear my prayers and take care of Gio when Iâm gone. Keep him safe. Soften his heart. Forgive him for trying to protect me at the expense of himself and his own soul. He is a good man whoâs had more pain and struggle in his life than he ever deserved. He was thrown away by his parents, then the church, and now . . . by me. I beg you, Lord . . . Iâm not asking for my own salvation. Please allow me to protect him this time. In my last hours, it is my only prayer. Amen.
10
Walk In the Shadows
Waitinâ to talk with Bish made five hours a really long night between hanginâ up with FOCUS and hearinâ from him. The call was quick and cryptic.
Welcome home, brother. Letâs meet in the Bronx for an early dinner so we can catch up. Little Italy, 1630 hours.
It was almost three-thirty and I thought givinâ myself an hour was a better idea than dragginâ ass. With traffic it was anyoneâs guess how long itâd take to get from Manhattan to the Bronx. Iâd rather get somewhere early and have a couple beers than go showinâ up late. The whole ride, all I could think about was Gingersnap, where she was, and all the bullshit the nun had said and my response.
I do love her fiercely.
Itâll be barbaric.
One night of teenage lust was cominâ back to bite us in the ass. One night and all the years since. That one nightâone hard thrustâwas all it took. All the ways I could kill those cocksuckers were zippinâ through my head. There were nights I was livinâ on the streets when those thoughts were the only things gettinâ me through âtil morninâ. Vengeance can keep a cold heart warm and sometimes it was a damned inferno in mine. Back then, it was mostly the rage at my personal situation. Beinâ seventeen on the streets was a volatile recipe for fury wrapped in wrath with a side of explosive. When all you have is time in your head and the struggle to get through every hour, things just expand with every tick of the clock. With Gingersnap beinâ in danger, the stakes were much higher, and what I was capable of was impossible to gauge. Theyâd pray for deathâthat much was a given. Theyâd probably wish for Hell just to escape the shit Iâd do on earth. It was fucked up, but it gave me a little comfort to know Iâd finally have my time with them. Fi was never gonna be allowed to go back and I didnât give a ratâs ass how Iâd accomplish that, other than I would.
Iâm gonna save her. Period.
When I pulled up in front of the cafĂ© on Arthur Avenue, The Bishop was already seated and drinkinâ an espresso. As usual, he was in a suit and lookinâ
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