Dirty Hands In A Clean Suit

Quality family time

31, June 2018, Perkins Nebraska,
Mansons Grandmother's

It had been a couple of days since I had met Benjamin at the jailhouse and I still Hadn't open the note yet, I thought I would open it after I visit my Grandmother Roberta who was Born in Enna Sicily Italy of 1930 to a strong rich family of farmers and marketers who forced her to marry another rich family that had the exact same last name as them to keep it running forever. She is a very old soul but for a 88 year old woman she still moves like she is 15 and in love with a Italian boy she had met at her school. I pulled into her driveway to see her attending her garden that I jokingly teased her about loving more than me once in a while but to my surprise she had a younger woman with her that was wearing nurse clothing. I exited my car smiling giving my door a little slam to grab her attention which worked well causing Grandmother to turn around and smile.
"Aaah its my baby boy Macy wacy! Martha help me up please and to my boy? Look at him, he's worthy of any Italian woman isn't he??"
Grandmother watched me grow up on a old show called "Macy the mouse" and gave me the nickname Macy so as I got older I had to come up with one myself for her but nothing too rude. I opened her picket-fence gate door and hugged her patting her back laughing and earning the same for her.
"How are you short stuff?? Still keeping good care of our roses I see, and you..also have a nurse now...?"
She was shorter than me by about 1 and a half feet sitting at 5'1 while I was a healthy strong 6'3 still I loved her. But I still was curious about this Martha nurse, she didn't seem uncomfortable with us though our family had a line of men and women that during the earlier generations were slave owners or rasist. I felt my Grandmother grab my hand and tug a bit taking me away from my thoughts.
"I will explain over a cup of coffee or tea whichever you want deary, Martha you have worked very hard and I love that from a good person, your payment is in the normal spot take the rest of the day to yourself or if you wish to stay you can have supper with us."
The Martha character smiled happily showing pearly white teeth and giggled taking my grandmothers other hand and patting it kindly.
"My children are with their father today so I would like to stay, plus! I'd love to get to know the oh so famous Manson you speak of so much. You have such a unique family and I have only met a few others."
My Grandmother nodded her head and took both our hands walking with us inside to her kitchen.
"Martha, Manson, tea or coffee?"
Martha stood and tried to object saying Grandmother should rest and that she would do it but already was hushed and told to sit earning a slite sigh and mumbled anwser of honey tea ma'am and from me the anwser of black coffee.
"So, Granda..Im curious as hell, I thought you wouldn't...well...work with a black woman ever. With the way Great Grandma and Grandpa Roberta raised us, im in awe!"
Though sitting next to a young black lady she didn't seem to care. Possibly cause I didnt care but was truely in awe.
"Oh I know, your Uncle Roberta was shocked too when he came over 3 weeks ago, I had had a heart attack and in the ER the doctor said that age was catching up on me so for a while I am going to need a nurse, she's only going to be here another 2 weeks after today."
She smiled handing us our cups and sat down herself patting Marthas hand. I was still confused about alot and wanted to know.
"Well that now explains the nurse here but still, I am in awe your not rude to her, why the change of heart so quickly?"
She sipped her tea and sat it down clearing her throat well before explaining.
"I saw God. 3 days before my heart attack he came to me in a dream warning me of dangers that I could suffer if I did not change my ways, the first thing he told me to do was forgive the Negro people and that soon I will friend one. I thought it was just a joke till I looked into his eye's and saw a glimpse of torment and suffering of my future, I begged him and he forgave me, I have learned now From Martha that the Negro community is not all bad or terrible. This black angel here is too sweet to be a bad person. I have even told her our past and it did seem to frighten her but we have gotten along so well now. She's like another granddaughter to me."
Martha was speakless and blushing with a big cheeky grin and giggling like a little girl. But then it hit me Grandfather Roberto before he died he hated black people. If he even had one pass him on the streets he'd shove give them the harsh elbow-check. But since he died I wasn't going to ask about him. I learned about Martha and that she was nervous at first thinking my Grandmother was crazy and would call others to kill her or do it herself but lose the feeling after time went on with being around each other for a while. I also learned of her two kids Billy and Samantha both were twins and were 7, but I also learned of her divorced husband Michael who was an ex Marine in desert storm after the children were born some time later due to him having to finish up his tour. I spent nearly 6 hours there catching up with Grandmother having fun even exchanging numbers with Martha wanting to learn her family more as she had said about us being a unique family she had one too. On my way home my phone rang from an unknown mumber. Answering the call with a hello a voice I knew well now was on the other end.
"Haul ass kid you got unwated guest on your tail. Im right behind you."
My heart sank to my toes when I heared multiple bike engine's growl like a wolf pack along with manly barbaric yells and behind them 3 black cars all windows tinted black behing blue headlights shining on a scene I did not want to be in.
"Oh fuck..."