Darnell Rock Reporting (1994)
Darnell Rock Reporting
“Darnell sat on the end of the couch.
“What do you mean, how do I feel?” his father asked.
“You feel good?” Darnell asked. It was Saturday morning and his mother and Tamika had gone to their folk guitar class, leaving Darnell home with his father.
“I feel okay,” his father answered. He moved the remote from one side of his lap to the other, away from where Darnell was sitting.
“So tell me,” Darnell said. “How come you ended up with a place to stay and a family and everything and Sweeby ended up—...you know—like he ended up.”
“Sweeby? Sweeby Jones?”
“Yeah.”
“Where you meet him?”
“Over on Jackson Avenue,” Darnell said. “He looked like a homeless dude.”
“Probably is!” his father said. Darnell saw his father's jaw tighten and relax.
“You mad because I saw him?”
“No.” Mr. Rock's shoulders lifted and dropped. He turned toward Darnell, and there was the suggestion of a smile on his face. “Hey, he didn't say anything wrong to you, did he?”MoreLess
“What do you mean, how do I feel?” his father asked.
“You feel good?” Darnell asked. It was Saturday morning and his mother and Tamika had gone to their folk guitar class, leaving Darnell home with his father.
“I feel okay,” his father answered. He moved the remote from one side of his lap to the other, away from where Darnell was sitting.
“So tell me,” Darnell said. “How come you ended up with a place to stay and a family and everything and Sweeby ended up—...you know—like he ended up.”
“Sweeby? Sweeby Jones?”
“Yeah.”
“Where you meet him?”
“Over on Jackson Avenue,” Darnell said. “He looked like a homeless dude.”
“Probably is!” his father said. Darnell saw his father's jaw tighten and relax.
“You mad because I saw him?”
“No.” Mr. Rock's shoulders lifted and dropped. He turned toward Darnell, and there was the suggestion of a smile on his face. “Hey, he didn't say anything wrong to you, did he?”MoreLess
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