Foreman was reading a medical journal when movement past the page caught his attention. He looked at the shadow moving towards his front door and the doorbell rang. Tucking the book under his arm, he stood up and moved to answer the door. And found himself looking at his brother. "Marcus," he sighed. "The hell are you doing here?"
"I came to bury the hatchet."
"You do know it's a crime to bury something that's still very much alive?"
Marcus barked a humorless laugh, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Man, look, I think enough time has passed..."
"She was my wife. And I didn't tell you where I moved."
"No, Cameron told me. 'Cause I asked. Look, what do I gotta do to be forgiven here?"
Foreman sighed and started to tell him off, but then had an idea. He raised his brows and looked at him. "Well, there is one way I'll forgive you. But you have to come through first."
"We already broke up."
"No you didn't. And that's not it."
Marcus waited.
"Tell your nephew that I'm not a bad guy. If you convince him to at least call me...yeah, we can bury the hatchet."
"That's all I gotta do? I mean, you don't even want Shaquayla?"
"No. But if you want to be involved with a known cheater...you be my guest."
"It's not like that, okay, you were in prison a long time. Probably getting nookie every night. Fact is, she wasn't."
Foreman usually looked serious, but now he just looked annoyed. "I'm willing to forgive you, Marcus. Don't blow it."
He closed the door.