Chapter 17


    Charles, with his cane in one hand, and a tool box and steel snake gathered in the other knocked on


    door number 5 and waited until Robin opened it.


    "Good morning, young fe!" Charles said with a wide open smile.


    "How are you, Mr. Mercer?" Robin smiled back while stepping aside to allow the man in. "d you


    could show up on a Sunday morning."


    Coming in, Charles replied, "Don''t you worry about that. I got nothing better to do on these mornings


    anymore."


    Robin''s apartment was as cluttered and out of shape as one would possibly expect from such a young


    man. Jiffy Pop bags lying on the couch, sneakers scattered in various spots around the living room


    floor and a few smelly clothes draped on and across one of the chairs.


    Charles just dragged himself along as though he were more than ustomed to the scene. "I figure


    the more I keep myself busy, then that''ll keep me out of trouble." Charles humorously stated.


    "I try to do the same thing myself, sir." Robin remarked as he stood before Charles.


    Charles couldn''t help but to take notice of Robin''s t-shirt that bore a very curious image pasted on the


    front. For a second or two Charles had to take a double nce.


    "I''ve seen that fe before somewhere." He pointed at the shirt with a grin.


    "Oh, this," Robin proudly poked out his chest. "It''s Lord Vader from Star Wars."


    "Oh, that movie," Charles yfully rolled his eyes. "Man, you can''t go anywhere without hearing about


    that movie."


    "I saw it three times at the theatre over the summer."


    "Three times," Charles nearly dropped to the floor. "I ain''t never heard of no one seeing a movie three


    times! It must be that darn good."


    Laughing out loud, Robin said, "It''s incredible! I''ve never seen anything like it. I sure hope they make a


    sequel sometime soon."


    Shaking his head in jovial disbelief, Charles said, "My boy used to love going to the movies. I never did


    take him to see...a movie." His voice suddenly hesitated without warning. "I never did." He then bowed


    his head for a moment.


    Sitting himself down on the messy couch, Robin said, "I think it''s still ying down at the Olen Theater.


    If you''re lucky you can still catch it before it goes away for good."


    Waving his hand, Charles responded, "No thanks, Hollywood can have it. I went to the drug store down


    the street yesterday, and there were all these little kids in there buying costumes that look like that fe


    on your shirt; and some Bigfoot character, too."


    Giggling, Robin said, "Oh, you must mean Chewba."


    "I don''t know what his name was, but it looked pretty darn gruesome to me."


    Just as Charles was about to make his way into the kitchen, his attention was suddenly snatched by


    Robin picking up a small, ck contraption from off the floor in front of him. The thing had a ck stick


    protruding from out of its center. The man watched in odd curiosity as the young man turned on the


    television in front of him and stuck a cartridge inside a medium sized box.


    Drawing closer to the animated TV, Charles, with his mouth hanging wide open, asked in astonishment,


    "What on God''s green earth is that?"


    "Oh, it''s an Atari system, Mr. Mercer." Robin turned around.


    But all Charles could see was shapes and hear soundse from the television as if the thing were


    from another.


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    "It''s a video game." Robin pressed on.


    Charles shook his head, "A game, you say?"


    "Sure." Robin held up another cartridge. "I''ve got Video Olympics in the box right now, of course, and


    this one here is Combat."


    "Boy, I''m sure d my son never asked me and his mama for anything like that. We''d never know what


    in the world he was talkin'' about."


    "I figure I''d get in as much practice as I can when ites to the decathlon, even if it is just a game.


    Definitely saves on not having to worry about gas."


    "I hear you there."


    "So, how do you like it here so far?"


    "It''s just fine." Charles smiled. "Mrs. Watson sure does a great job keeping everything running smoothly


    around here."


    "I know, she''s really a nicedy. She''s everywhere in this city. Ever since the incident back at that


    shelter some months ago, she''s always trying to keep busy."


    Charles stood and red on at Robin for a few seconds in the most peculiar fashion. "Tell me, young


    fe, does Mrs. Watson ever talk about...you know what? It doesn''t matter. What does matter is that


    yesterday I finally got to see my grandson after so many months."


    "That must''ve been great."


    "It sure was." Charles blushed with a shining smirk. "That little scratch is getting bigger and bigger


    every time I see him. He''s shooting up like a weed like his father did at that age. But I''d sure like to


    know where the boy''s mama is though. When I asked Mrs. Glover she just changed the subject on


    me."


    Robin stopped ying his game and turned around to face Charles. "I take it she and your son don''t


    get along these days?" He asked with a straight face.


    Charles turned away for a brief second before looking back and saying in a polite tone, "My son passed


    on earlier this year."


    Blushing, Robin replied, "Oh...I''m sorry to hear that."


    "Oh well, these things happen, I guess. Now, if you''ll just point me to your kitchen, I''ll see what I can


    get my hands into." He grew back his smile in an instant.


    Jumping up from off the couch, Robin led the way through a curtain that revealed the tiny kitchen on


    the other end.


    Approaching the sink, Robin announced, "Well...here it is."


    Charles stepped forward and peered down into the sink to find it filled to the brim with thick, ck ooze.


    "At first I thought it was a sewage backup, but it doesn''t have any smell." Robinmented.


    "So I see." Charles carefully observed as he ced his cane down onto the floor, along with both his


    toolbox and snake. Then, from out of his pocket he pulled out a pair of orange, rubber gloves and


    slipped them onto his hands.


    "One moment I was getting some water after my run, the next thing I know, this crapes out." Robin


    stated.


    "It''s probably just a—


    Right then, the phone from the other room red out. "I gotta get that. It''s my mom."


    "Go right ahead, my boy. Go right ahead." Charles said as he dipped his hands into the sink.


    He felt all around until his hands eventually connected with something solid. Once he was able to grab


    a hold of it he began to lift it back up. But what he brought out was something that not even he could


    have expected. It was his son''s head dripping with ckness all over. Out of shock, Charles promptly


    dropped it back inside the sink and watched as it floated for a while before submerging back under.


    He stood and stared for a brief moment before muttering at the sink, "So...you''ve found me."


    The man hobbled backwards until his backside met with a small table. Immediately, his body began to


    shiver. His eyes could not peel themselves away from the sink. He waited and waited for something


    else to ur; anything that would cause him to attack something within reach.


    "Did you find the problem?" Robin came back into the kitchen.


    "Huh?" Charles shook back to life. "Oh...I was just taking a long view." He wiped the sweat from his


    brow before reaching down and picking up his snake.


    Then, ever so slowly, he approached the sink and shoved the snake into the drain. With hesitant


    muscles the man wrenched and pulled until the sound of a belch could be heard.


    Both he and Robin stood in breathless anticipation, even though their reasons for the eventual


    conclusion couldn''t have been anymore contrasting. It took the water at least thirty seconds to empty


    out. For Charles, it was those same thirty seconds thatsted for an eternity. He actually attempted to


    stand in front of an excited Robin, but the young man was like a toddler awaiting a prize on the other


    end. He stood next to Charles while pumping his fists by his side.


    "C''mon, c''mon," Robin panted.


    Soon, the white of the bottom of the sink appeared, and only the white. Everything else, as far as


    Charles was concerned, was nowhere to be found.


    "Thank God!" Robin exhaled.


    "Yes...thank you, Lord." Charles whispered with his stone face drawn down to the floor''s linoleum.


    Turning to Charles, Robin said, "You don''t know how much this really means to have youe down


    here right away like you did, Mr. Mercer. Ourst maintenance guy might as well have been dead with


    the way he worked."


    Taking off his gloves and wiping his hands, Charles replied, "Don''t mention it, my boy. If it happens


    again just let me know." He mentioned while gathering his belongings and heading out of the kitchen.


    "So, if you don''t mind me asking, how did you end up hurting yourself?" Robin followed in behind.


    Stopping between the living room and the front door, Charles turned around and said, "Well, a few


    months ago I had a real bad...ident. The doctor said that I''d never walk again. But the good Lord


    had other ns. I just won''t be able to walk straight ever again. That just goes to show you, young


    man, don''t ever grow old." Heughed. "Now, let me ask you a question."


    "Sure."


    "Why are you so far away from home? You look like you should still be in high school."


    Blushing a red streak, Robin remarked, "Well...my parents and I don''t get along too well these days. My


    father wants me to be a banker just like him. When I told him that I wanted to enter the Olympics, let''s


    just say that he wasn''t too enthusiastic about the idea. In his own words", ''No son of mine is going to


    be a running joke.''


    Patting Robin on the shoulder, Charles said, "It may not seem like it at times, but us parents only want


    the best for our kids. You''ll be wise to remember that."


    With his hands on his hips, Robin nodded his head. "I can dig it." He modestly responded.


    "Good." Charles smiled. "Well, I''ll be seeing you around."


    "Take care, Mr. Mercer, and thanks a lot!"


    "You''re wee, young fe!"


    Just as Charles was about to head back down the hallway that led to the stairs, all of the sudden, door


    number 8 on the other end of the hallway abruptly opened. Charles spun around to see a fairly young


    ck man in a white, sleeveless undershirt. He looked as if he hadn''t slept or shaved in weeks. The


    sound of The Floaters'', ''Float on'' from inside his apartment shouted out into the hallway to where every


    word could be heard perfectly.


    "Oh, good morning, sir," Charles stood back startled with a gentle smile.


    But the man said nothing at first; he just stared on at Mercer as if he were intruding on some sort of


    turf. His look was gruff and drowsy.


    "Oh...I thought you were Mrs. Audra." His deep voice muttered.


    "No, sir, I believe Mrs. Watson is at worship service this morning."


    The song inside the man''s apartment was drawing to a close. The man kept a suspicious, ring eye


    on Charles while slipping right back into his apartment from which he ominously emerged to begin with.


    Charles stood there in the middle of the lonely hallway staggered by the man''s appearance. The event


    back inside Robin''s apartment was jolting, but far from surprising. It only let him know that where he


    was living and those around him were unsafe.


    Charles began down the hallway, but not before taking another nce back at number 8, and listening


    as the same song that had been ying repeatedly for the past few days started all over again.