Song, Black Skinhead by: Kanye West
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There was a gunshot in the tape.
"Oswald."
"Oh, no." Five rewinded the tape and stopped it.
"This can't be."
"Okay, you gonna fill me in now, boys? What the hell is this shit we're watching?"
"No, that's impossible."
"Clearly, it's not."
"Five, who is that?" I asked him.
"Dad." They both mumbled.
"Of course Dad would be involved in the assassination. I should've known."
"No, you're jumping to conclusions."
"What else is he doing standing on the grassy knoll, holding an open black umbrella on a sunny day in Dallas the exact same moment the president gets shot?"
"It doesn't look good, I admit."
"No, he's the signalman for the whole goddamn thing."
"Easy, Diego. Seriously."
"No, it makes sense. This is what Hazel was obviously trying to tell you. We have to stop Dad from killing the president."
"Diego, calm down, alright? Dad was no Boy Scout, but presidential assassination? It's never been his thing."
"How would you know? You skipped out on his golden years."
"Skipped out? You think I had it easy, Diego? I was alone for 45 years. You know what? We don't have the time for this right now. Dad's clearly in Dallas, right? Let's just go talk to him. Maybe he can help us fix the timeline."
"Dallas is a big place. We need to find him first."
"Gee, if only we had some magical, old-timey way of finding people and their addresses."
They grabbed a dictionary. Lila and I were playing thumb war as they talked.
"Suck it, crazy lady." I cheered.
I won every time.
"Your girlfriend is a cheater." Lila scoffed.
"Cheer up, sis." I whispered with a wink.
She signalled me to be quiet. "You're playing with fire. You're gonna get us caught." She whispered.
"Ease up. Have a little fun, Lala." I teased.
I walked towards the boys and sat in the seat. Five hovered over me.
"Shit, nothing here."
"Try his company, D.S. Umbrella Manufacturing Co."
"Yeah, I know the name. Thanks." Diego flipped the page.
"Holy, shit. D.S. Umbrella. Eighty-two Olive. Let's go."
We walked out.
"He okay to leave here like that?"
"Yeah, he's fine."
"How old are you?" Diego asked me.
"Yes." I replied, taking off my necklace, trying to fix it. I realized I put it on the wrong way.
"What about the girl?" Five asked.
"Shit."
Five sighed and looked at me. "Turn around."
"What?"
"I said turn around."
I hesitated but turned around. He moved my hair out of the way and took the necklace from my hand, he put it on the right way.
