Forgotten

Chapter 17: Who are You?

( First Person Point of View: Scott)

" So why did you call for this meeting?"

"Simple, I want you to meet Allen Iverson."

Marcus was sitting next to Iverson, while I'm sitting beside Thelma.
A circular small table separates us.

" Why meet him in Starbucks  huh? Not in someplace private?" I asked Marcus, then I looked around. People started lining up waiting for them to have selfies with Iverson.

Marcus entwined his fingers and shifted forward.
He cleared his throat before speaking.

" Well," Marcus shrugged. "..... it's part of life, you know you have to adjust to situations that you don't like. You don't know what will happen in the future. This is a training, Scott. You need to take this seriously, right Thelma?" Marcus raised his eyebrows to Thelma.

Thelma looked at me and placed her left hand to mine before answering.
" Yes of course. He is right. You have to take this seriously."

" Well....." I paused and rolled my eyes to Thelma then to Marcus. " Let's start this."

Marcus stood up and scolded a boy maybe 9yrs old to stop taking more selfies with Iverson.

" Time is up kid. A.I. have some important things to do."

The boy wailed and kicked Marcus's balls.

" Aaaaahhhhh!" Marcus hopped with his hands holding his private part. " Screw you!"
The boy beamed then his face changed like a man pitying a beggar.

He ran away towards his mama and pointed Marcus telling her about what happened.

I watched Marcus confronting the mother of the boy defensively.

I laughed for awhile until Thelma flicked her fingers near to my ear.

" Ehemmm. May I excused you?"

I turned around. " Yes. What do you want me to do?"

" Training." Her expression looks somewhat puzzled.

"Ok, then. So how do we start this?"

" Tell me all that you know about Allen Iverson."

" That's it?"

" Yup."

I told her all the things that I know about A.I. It took 1 hour, you know. I always watched his plays, and read his biography.

" Unbelievable, I didn't know that you've been a fan of him." She glance at A.I. who's patiently waiting with headphones on his ears.

Marcus who called for the meeting or training, either of them, left us here cause he had an emergency and lend his responsibilities to Thelma.

" Last question, Scott." I expected her to call me honey or sweetheart. Well, that's how things work for us. Work is work. " Is this man in front of you really is..... Allen Iverson?"

" Yes, of course! There's no doubt!"

" What if he is just a look alike? Huh?"

" It's impossible! There is no something like that!"

" Well, let's ask this man if he is really Allen Iverson."

Thelma waved her hands in front of A.I who was staring at the table.

Iverson removed his headphones. " What? I'm sorry...Come on again, what's your question?"

" Scott here wants to know if you're really the real Allen Iverson."

Allen smirked before answering.

" Do you really want to know?"