well for you.â
âIâm happy, âShawn. Happier than Iâve been in a long time.â
âWell, me, Ma, and Unc was anything but happy when you packed up and left without saying so much as boo.â
âKashawn, come on, man. Donât start. I explained why I had to leave, that I needed to find my own way.â
âFor months we didnât know if you were dead or alive,â I said. âI was the only one here who could settle Ma down. I had to clean up your mess as usual. She was worried sick, all of us were, and you couldnât so much as pick up the damn phone to let us know that you were all right.â
âDonât start that mess,â Ma said, clearing cups and paper plates from the patio table. âHeâs home now and that is all that matters.â
âNo, itâs cool, Ma. D was just telling me how good he was doing in Hollywood. Heâs going to be on this new TV show.â
âCongratulations, baby,â Ma said, snaking her arm around Deanthonyâs shoulders. âIs it Tyler Perryâs House of Payne? I love that Mr. Brown. He is too crazy.â Ma grinned. Ma was the kind who was quick to forgive. It was too bad I didnât inherit that same trait.
âNo, Ma, itâs a new show on Cinemax called Banshee.â
âOh, donât think Iâve ever heard of that one, baby.â Ma turned to Uncle Ray-Ray and asked, âDo we have Cinemax, Ray?â
âYes, but you donât ever watch nothing on that channel. After Wheel of Fortune , sheâs dead to the world.â
âOh hush up. Deanthony, baby, you let me know when itâs on,and Iâll watch you in it. Iâm so proud of my boys, I donât know what to do.â
âWhy donât you explain why you abandoned your family and never looked back? What gives, little brother?â
âI told you, man,â Deanthony said.
âI told you, boy, not to start that mess in my house. Deanthony doesnât owe you, me, none of us an explanation. He is his own man,â Ma said.
âNo, Ma. He owes everyone at this table an explanation for why he was gone for so long, why he took off without so much as a postcard for three years.â
âYou need to drop it,â Deanthony warned.
âOnly Deanthony can be gone this long, then blow back into town and everyone can conveniently act like nothing happened, but I didnât drink the Kool-Aid.â
Uncle Ray-Ray came over to join us at the table from cleaning the grill. Deanthonyâs voice went up a few octaves, sounding like he was about to do something.
âYou want to know why I fucking left.â
âWatch your language in my house, boy,â Ma scolded.
âMaybe I got tired of living in your shadow, of being the black sheep.â
âWhat the hell are you talking about?â
âDaddy had to be in control of the purse strings. Instead of letting us decide what we wanted to do with all that money. I figured you would follow in his footsteps, âShawn. After all, youâre just like him. Mr. Could-Do-No-Wrong, Mr. Tallahassee All-American.â
âYou know that ainât true,â Ma said.
âYouâve always played favorites,â Deanthony said.
âWhy didnât you say anything? Why didnât you just come and talk to me instead of running off?â I asked. âAnd I donât care whatDaddy put in the will. Youâre my brother. I wanted you to enroll in medical school with me.â
âYou donât get it, âShawn. I got sick of doing what you wanted, of living in your shadow. Why canât you get that? I wanted to go in another direction for once. What was so great about him anyway? The man wasnât even our real daddy.â
âHush. Thatâs enough,â Ma said. Ma cut a look at Deanthony like the scab of her deepest, darkest secret had been picked open.
âWhat the hell are you talking