AS ESCHEWAL DRIVES FROM his defeat, the sorrow inside him pops and explodes. It is almost unbearable. He can now understand why some people commit suicide. He has feelings about doing something terrible to himself or someone; to release the pain.
He hits the steering wheel, wishing he had gotten on the bus and ripped off that chunky guy's face.
He fights back the tears – he has not cried in years – since the time in the hospital. Before that, he had forgotten how to cry. The harsh streets, which grew him, would not stand for it. There were implicit rules not to show emotion; those rules were for street survival.
He chokes back the tears. 'It's nothing,' he says to himself. 'Fire bun this. I'm gonna go back to being a player. Fire bun Manna.'
He turns his car around and heads back towards a wide-hipped, fat-calf girl. He catches her just before she turns the corner. He beeps to get her attention. She stops, and Eschewal jumps out of the car with his chest pushed towards the sky.
The girl has a beautiful face, and her body is in shape. He tells the girl he will call her later, then jumps back into his car and drives off. As he drives, he fights off a deep-seated feeling that maybe he should hold on and still pursue Manna. He shakes his head. 'Nah,' he saw the hate in her eyes. It was not meant to be.
There goes that feeling again. It has him wondering, 'But was it meant to be? Her and me, me and her, Manna and me?'
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