Syn#1:Heaven is a Syn away MxM (Staten Krown)

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In the background Veronica, Sampson's mother, had a song playing. It

was low. The tune was Erykah Badu's song. Lets make a few facts clear. I

do not listen to Erykah Badu. I am not a fan of that genre of music or

that genre of woman. Erykah (she really spelled it like that) was a

spiritual artist or so she claimed. The song that was playing now was

weird. It was called "Bag Lady". In the song, she went on about a Bag

Lady. She warns the bag lady to "Pack light" because the bags are heavy

and she might miss her bus. Who sings a whole song about a Bag Lady?

Maybe it was a metaphor. Through the silence of talk I waited for that

moment of revelation in the song

The moment never came. The mystery of the song died with Ohs and Ahs.

It was the weirdest experience that I had with a song. It was like being

hooked onto a pulley. It was like the ropes being fastened to your side

and everything, but just when you were ready to be pulled up nothing

happened.

You are probably waiting for a point to this, right? I didn't get my

point in "Bag Lady".

I realized that Erykah Badu must have had a true reason to her song.

True justifications are pointless.

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"So Holden is dead?" I asked.

"Yes."

"So the person I saw at the diner party was just impersonating

Holden?"

"Yes."

"So the person who is impersonating Holden is the third brother,

Zion?"

"Yes."

"If you guys were trying to make me look completely idiotic," I

commented, "Then you both have passed with flying colors."

I needed a seat. I couldn't wait to get to the couch though. I just

sat there on her floor. Shit, it was clean enough. Sampson's mother,

Veronica was just looking a little uneasy. I didn't know why until I

looked over and saw Sampson. He was angry. His stare was disgruntled in

abhorrence.

"Fuck Zion. Fuck his money and fuck being here with you," Sampson

exclaimed loudly.

He got up and walked across the room. I gave him a weird look as he

stormed past me and started walking out. I looked back at Veronica. She

was reaching out as though wanting to call him but then knowing he wouldn't

turn back. I couldn't believe she had been so horrible.

I got up to follow behind Sampson. He was definitely walking fast and

I wondered if in his anger he would actually leave me out here.