°°° The Con Artist °°°
The cool evening breeze blew over their exposed faces. Sitting on the porch, Sean and his mother, Kate, were silent, watching kids play football across the street.
Sean was happy that she was happy. He hadn’t realized when, but the argument with her boyfriend, Boris Romanoff, had ended, and he had left. She wasn’t as grumpy and frustrated as she usually was after arguments with Boris. Whatever it was, it probably ended the way she wanted it to. And the kids playing across the street helped to make her more susceptible to suggestions.
"You know," his mother, Kate, tilted towards him but kept her eyes on the kids kicking the ball around. "When you were about their age, you really sucked at football," she mocked with a laugh.
"Yeah," he chuckled softly, running his fingers through his black hair. "I never really was one for such sports," he defended, his joy growing as he hadn’t even been the one to initiate the conversation, and it was going in the direction he wanted it to.
"Yeah? "What do you call your Kung Fu?" Kate said with mocking emphasis on "Kung Fu."
"This isn’t a sport, Mom; we’ve been through this like a billion times," he groaned in frustration. "Martial arts is not a sport." "Like the name implies, it is..."
"Art!" She rolled her eyes and laughed.
It wasn’t the first time they were having this sort of discussion, and she knew it wouldn’t be the last. Sean most of the time seemed to not care about anything, but when it came to martial arts, the only thing he defended more was his father, and coming in second place, his mother. No one could make martial arts look inferior or unnecessary in his presence without him attempting to defend it.
"Well... even though you never liked "sports," she laughed at the last word. "You gave it your all whenever he was around," she said with a solemn smile in retrospect.
"Yeah… wait… "Who are you talking about?" He started to speak but asked for confirmation.
"Your friend... Jason," she gave the confirmation.
"Heh… "We were quite young then," Sean smiled.
"Yeah... because you guys are now old and hunching," Kate was being sarcastic.
"What!" he exclaimed with a shrug. "It’s been what, five years now?" Sean interjected
"Whatever," Kate laughed heartily, a laughter that put a smile on Sean’s face.
"Well, old or young, we won’t be having such time together again." Sean skillfully chipped in the main purpose for which he wanted to speak with her.
"Well, yeah… As you grow older, your tastes in entertainment might change. but you can still be friends. You can still go to Jason’s for some martial arts sparring. Spars? I think it is Spars, right?" She stared blankly at nothing.
"Oh, you didn’t know?" He said this, faking a surprised look. "His mom probably forgot to tell you."
"Tell me? "Tell me what." She turned her attention to Sean.
‘Whoa… I think that’s enough faking Sean,’ he cautioned himself inwardly, seeing that his mother was getting genuinely worried. She probably thought something bad had happened.
"They’ll be leaving Kentucky for Canada," Sean said, picking two stones from the flower vase to his right and juggling them in his hands.
"Canada? Isn’t that too far? What happened? "Jay's Dad got transferred, didn’t he?" Kate asked multiple questions, giving Sean no chance to answer until she was done asking.
Unable to decide what question to answer first, Sean just let silence set in, the silent wind whistling in their ears.
Kate turned her attention from him to the kids across the street, thinking about how the move would affect Sean.
Sean was never one to play with the other kids. It always ended in brawls of some sort. Sean never really had friends; he couldn’t make or keep any, not until he met Jason. That was one major reason why Sean’s now-late dad made sure to have the Whites in contact.
Sean’s dad wasn’t much of a friend guy either, but so his child could have one, he was willing to make friends with white-collar worker Mr. White. a friendship that grew until it was a family affair. The Whites and the Walkers had become a nearly inseparable team.
The divorce, moves, and death had all shaken up the relationship in little ways, but this was a big move. Kate feared how it could negatively impact Sean.
"What if, in a bid to get friends, he falls in with the wrong crowd?" "I'm not sure I can handle him on my own, Kev," she cried inwardly to her late ex-husband. "Why did you leave me to shoulder this burden on my own?"
"Mom?" Sean called out, worried. The silence had lasted longer than it should have, and tears pooling in her eyes made him fear that he was stirring up the wrong reaction. "Are you alright?" He held her by her shoulder.
"Umm… huh… yeah… Yeah, I am... "Don’t worry about me, Sean; I’m fine," she smiled as she was woken up to reality.
The silence descended once more. Sean was about to speak when his mom turned to him.
"Oh... where are you going to say something?" she asked, seeing his mouth struggling to keep words from spewing out.
"Oh… no… "It’s nothing important."
"Alright," she nodded. She went silent for a moment and realized she was about to space out again. She cursed inwardly, then turned her gaze fully to her son. "Hey Sean… I was just thinking... "It’s only a suggestion though; you don’t have to feel obligated to do it if you don’t want to," she said, pausing to watch his facial expression before continuing. "Well… Since next is revision week or whatever at school, maybe, just maybe, you could... I don’t know... spend the week at the Whites. "It is a suggestion; you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to; it’s just a suggestion," she stammered, trying to calculate the words escaping her lips. Like her, Sean wasn’t one who could be easily cajoled into doing what he didn’t want to. She was scared of pushing too far.
Sean looked amazed. so amazed, he couldn’t help but stare at her.
"What?" she quizzed, feeling a bit self-conscious, trying to check herself for stains or anything that would make him stare like that.
Sean snapped out of it. "It’s nothing. I… I’m just shocked that I didn’t have to convince you to make any decision... "Like everything—literally everything I wanted to suggest to you—you just gave me an option," he laughed softly, her confused expression only serving to make him laugh a bit harder.
"What?" she exclaimed, shocked and confused. It took a moment for her to piece everything together. "You wanted to trick me?" she asked rhetorically, and she laughed at herself for falling into his trap before he even laid it out. "Well, I guess you really do deserve to spend time with your buddy before he leaves."
"Yeah... it will be nice," Sean smiled at Kate and turned to face the kids.
"So… What do you plan on doing with your life after he moves? I mean, Canada—you won’t be able to visit often. Your monthly sparring sessions...
"Don’t worry, Mom," Sean cut her off, a smile plastered across his face. "Time will tell."
Kate nodded and turned her attention to the kids across the street. Sean had really become mature. It wasn’t just claims anymore. She could see that he was truly growing into a fine, independent man, just like Kevin, his father.
The rest of the evening was quiet. Kate spent most of it playing video games with Sean, something his dad usually does. For the first time since his death, Kate saw her son genuinely happy. After dinner, they both went to bed happier than they usually would.
°°° Welcome to the Whites °°° It was a long trip from Philadelphia. a trip that would have been made unbearable by Boris’ presence. Kate had asked Boris to take Sean to Louisville, a request that grew into a long argument. They had deliberated on how to get to Kentucky, and even before any suggestions were made, Kate ruled out the option of flight. She had developed a phobia for air travel over the years. a phobia, which she constantly denied and claimed was caution. Sean was too young to rent a car, though he could already drive. Boris refused to drive, giving a ton of excuses as to why he couldn’t. He claimed that he had three job interviews lined up for Monday morning, and he didn’t want to return late and tired. His joblessness had been a major problem to Kate, another excuse for Sean to disrespect him, and it had for the longest time been an excuse for him—Boris—to escape responsibilities. Once he said he had an interview, it ended any arguments. Ka
°°° Blackmailed to Blackmail °°° The rest of the drive to the Whites was uneventful. They’d given Sean quite a tour of downtown Louisville. The Louisville Slugger Museum & Factory was one that Mr. White and Andrew were most excited about. Mr. White promised to visit with them before Sean leaves, but Sean and Jason weren’t that excited. When they passed by the Muhammad Ali Center, they both could hardly contain themselves. They immediately made the decision to visit, no matter the cost. Arriving at the Whites, Sean immediately went up to Jason’s room. It was a shared attic bedroom. Initially, Jason and Andrew shared a room until Andrew decided he was ready to have a room to himself. Jason loved the idea of an attic bedroom and decided to move out, insisting on the shared attic bedroom design he’d seen online. He was relentless with asking and finally got his wish after convincing Andrew to help him out by asking their parents to sleep in his room every now and then. Seeing
°°° Feets °°° Sean woke up to a knock on the room’s door. "Jay, you are going to be late for school," Ann’s voice followed the knock. "I almost forgot." Jason still has school this week,’ Sean yawned and turned in his bed. Jason wouldn’t be able to skip school until tomorrow, when his class’s excursion trip begins. "Funny how time and events aligned for this visit," Sean said, rubbing his eyes as he sat up. "Yo! "Jay, Jay!" he called out, standing up. "Jason!" he yelled, peeling the blanket off Jason’s body, forcing him to open his eyes. "Hey... what gives?" Jason cried out, squirming in his bed. "Dude, you are going to be late," Sean said, throwing the blanket back on Jason. "No… "I just need a little bit more," Jason groggily said and yawned, hugging the blanket. "What the hell, bro... "Are you still bed wet?" Sean said with a tone of dipalm. "Huh?... What are you?" Jason spoke with sleep still in his voice, then stopped as the words sank in. "What?" he yelled, sitting
°°° Interrogation °°° "Hey Mom," Sean slumped into a sofa in the living room, earphones plugged into his phone. "Sean… "How are you doing?" His mom’s voice came through the speakers. "I’m great. How are you? How’s work?" He smiled, staring at the ceiling. "Hey, I called you..." "I'll be the one asking the questions here," Kate replied, sounding stern, before bursting into a round of laughter, making Sean laugh at her inability to pretend. "How’s the hood?" Sean shuffled into the leather sofa. "Hope no burglar came knocking?" "Well, one did last night. "He said he needed your help to break a friend out of holding," she replied, successfully pulling off a serious tone. "I told him you’d get back to him when you returned from your current jailbreak in Kentucky." "Damn ma… "You've been practicing!" Sean laughed. "Your lying skills are getting really good." "What can I say… "I learned from the best," she chuckled. "And who’s that?" Sean asked with pride in his voice. "Who e
°°° Behind the Scenes °°° The tweeting of birds up in the trees and the calm winds built an atmosphere of calmness in him. Sean had been jogging since he left the house. In sixty-five minutes, he had visited every route connected to the one Dan had asked him to take. He figured that not only was Jason inconsistent with his runs, he was also a lazy runner. He never spent more than fifteen minutes on any route, going to and fro, at least according to Feet. "Deactivate in-ear instruction," Sean said, sitting under a tree. The electronic voice went silent, and at his command, the sound of 50 Cent’s "I don’t know officer" track ended as well. He opened his bottle of water and drank from it, steadying his breathing pattern. The arm band suddenly beeped, and he looked at the screen. ||Your sugar level needs a boost|| The words kept flashing with an annoying beep. He sighed, as it was at least the fifth time, and the beeping was much louder and the light brighte
°°° Self Sabotage °°° The rest of the day went by quickly. By 6:45 pm, Ann and Dan were both home and were seated at the dining table alongside Jason, Andrew, and Sean. Ann had prepared her mom’s signature black rice with chicken and salad. "So…" Ann started a conversation as the dinner was oddly quiet. "How was school today, boys?" She looked at both Jason and Andrew. Andrew lifted his head up and stared at his brother to know if he should speak and what to say. Seeing that Jason wasn’t going to reply, he spoke up. "School was... well, school was school." "Today was actually tasking." "Huh." "Well, I’m all ears," Ann smiled. "It wasn’t teaching in the academic sense." It’s more of a social thing. "You probably wouldn’t understand," Andrew tried to select his words carefully. "Try me," Ann challenged with a smile. She knew Andrew was trying to keep something from her; she didn’t know why, but she knew that challenging him would get him spewing details. A smug smile slo
°°° Bad Decisions °°° Sean could barely sleep throughout the night. He kept having recurring dreams about the snatching event. Either he was crushed under the wheels of Melvin’s car, sandwiched between Melvin’s car and the store, stabbed to death by the slow one who’d intentionally dropped his pace so as to take him unawares, broken his head, neck, or spinal cord from his double flip stunt, missed the tree and fell endlessly, or the one with the bag shot him dead. The dreams woke him up almost every eighteen minutes into each sleep. He heaved a sigh of surrender and decided to use the opportunity that sleeplessness presented to pack up his things. In a few minutes, he was done. He wore a black hoodie over a white inner shirt. His dark blue jeans looked black in the absence of light, as did his dark brown footwear. He walked to Jason’s bed and took a picture of the napping boy, laughing softly at the funny face he was making in his sleep. He quietly walked o
°°° Grim Truths °°° Sean highlighted the SUV a few seconds after they got back to the house. He grabbed his bag, feeling a bit ashamed of his actions, and walked to the door. "Sean," Dan called out. "Come with me." "There's something you should know," he said, tilting his head in the direction he wanted them to take. "Boys, you too." His smile was calm yet alarming. Jason looked at Sean, who was equally confused. The trio shrugged in unison and walked after Dan. In a minute, they were at the back of the house. They hardly ever came back there, but they made sure it was always neat regardless. "Come on," Dan beckoned on them. The three boys slowly walked to him. He was standing, hands on his waist, staring at a group of garden gnomes that were placed in a circle on the grass with a sleeping beauty toy in a miniature glass coffin. It looked like a Snow White and the Seven Dwarves scene, only there were twelve gnomes. "Hey… "I remember that," Andrew smiled, taking a step