Jamdown

Chapter 32

Nodelyn Johnson

I stared at Irwin and it felt like there was this unspoken sense of understanding between us. 

"No sah," Irwin said as he leaned forward on the couch.

I gestured at him. "Malt wants you to play. The team needs you. I mean you are the best player."

Phillip and Lola walked from behind the couch and into the center of the living room, so Phillip sat on a chair, while Lola moved and grabbed my leg with a whimpering moan.  

Irwin twisted his lips and looked away. "I don't care about none of that." His head raised and his eyes seemed glossed over. "I'm not earning that much money and—" He wagged his head dismissively before a smirk came on his face. "You no even supposed to support this. Don't you want me to make more money, for the family?"

This insistent little lizard, was he joking, or was he serious? Irwin had never done anything for us and even when we were hearing about him making his money with his friends back when he was a teenager he still didn't do anything for us.

The high-pitched clanking sound of the lock being knocked on the front gate kicked me out of my memories. It looked like Terry and Makada were here, good. 

I shouted, "Coming!"

Anyway, getting back to what I was thinking about.

That money was kept within Irwin's devil-blessed coffers. My aunt never asked for any money from him since he got that football team job. 

Not that we needed it. My father took care of us pretty damn well. This was why it always bothered my father to see him go down that path. It wasn't like we were poor or never needed money. Our family had money. 

Irwin never needed to be chasing money.

This was why my father always accepted that Irwin was just a terrible person. Father called him evil sometimes. That was never something I would say, yes, Irwin was greedy and red-eye sometimes, but I deeply think there was more to it than him just being a thief. 

Irwin just made it hard to understand him sometimes.

I sneered. "You don't do anything for us anyways."

"Because I'm not earning enough."

I kissed my teeth and went to leave "Even if you were, you wouldn't do anything." 

"Says the woman who under the employment of Donavan. Him can't program me."

I turned back around in a flurry. "You see you, you are disgusting. Donavan believes in you and you here sniffing your frownzy self like a drug addict. Keep writing your story, because trust me you're gonna get your glory. Phillip and Lola, stay here."

He snorted, looking away. I left the living room and came out to the veranda. 

They were outside the front gate, with Makada standing in a formal blue buttoned-up shirt and black, white striped track trousers. A sports cap sat low on her head, yet had pretty brown slippers with a rainbow-crested butterfly emblem over her unmanicured toenails. Terry was yawning with a simpler look of a white shirt and jeans, but a very thick charcoal boot.

There was a third person and it was someone I did not expect to see. Kimani, why was he here? He was dressed in a red shirt and blue jeans with his fine braided hairstyle giving him a youthful appearance.

Once I reached the gate, Makada waved at me. 

"Glad you guys are here," I said.

Terry said with carefreeness, "We da yah."