Another short chapter! Last one for a bit I promise. Kurt Sutter created and owns everything that's SOA that you recognize! I own my own characters, Esther, Jack and Everett, Sailor and Madison. Short chapter, yes, but worth it.
No way. Ben when he was sitting on her house told him he saw the crow on Esther's shoulder, she still had it. There was no way the kid went eight years without noticing it. But maybe it wasn't even that. Maybe it was a conversation she caught between Esther and Kary. Kary loved to have his name in her mouth. Maybe it was that.
He couldn't leave LA now. Guess the best thing to do right now was to go and check on Sailor and her kid.
He was just out of a drive-through for two coffees when the cop pulled him over, he almost laughed, same cop as the last times.
-She called again.
-Of course, she did. What did I do this time, steal her car?
-She's looking at a restraining order.
-She can look all she wants. I'm at the same Motel Six I was last time, and I'm on my way back to Compton. With coffee.
-Just stay out of Gardena, man, it freaks her out. How was the show?
-Show was amazing. There's only one Iggy.
-That's for sure. Just stay away from the places you know your ex hangs around, all right? Next time she calls, I'll have to bring you in. And to be honest, I could do without the paperwork.
-Yeah, that's for sure. I'll try going around Gardena when I go back to my motel.
-Thanks, I really appreciate that.
-Yeah, any time.
That had to be a cop on someone's payroll. If he was a legit cop, he's have been hauled at the precinct already. There was no SOA charter in LA, so it wasn't that. Oh well, it wouldn't take sleep away from him at night, he went back to Compton.
He let himself in, after stopping at the nearest store to Sailor's place to buy some orange popsicles, his mother's remedy for all tummy aches. It was quiet, Sailor was sitting in her bed with a book, her daughter sleeping against her chest, she pulled the book down when he pushed the door open with his elbow. Her voice was just above a whisper.
-Hey. You came back.
-Coffee. Double double?
-Oh, yes. My hero.
-Orange popsicles.
-Double-y my hero. We ran out about two hours ago.
-I'll put them in the freezer.
-Can you take out a whole chicken? I'm going to make her soup.
He nods, goes to the kitchen and drops the popsicles in the freezer, put a frozen chicken in the empty sink before bringing her a coffee, she taps the edge of the bed, so he sits, his own coffee between his fingers. Looks at her closing her eyes and having a sip of hers, she has a delighted look on her face.
-I have a party this afternoon, I so don't want to go. I hate leaving her when she's sick.
-Call Victor?
-He can't, he's already gone, New York until Tuesday. I have a very, very big favor to ask of you.
Staying with her kid? No. A pharmacy run, no problem, bringing popsicles on his way back, sure, but even if they were casual fuck buddies, as she had accurately described, they remained strangers. He wasn't going to stay with her kid.
-No. I'm not baby-sitting your kid.
-Are you out of your fucking mind? No! I was going to ask you to drive across town, and pick up Victor's housekeeper at his condo. She doesn't drive.
-Oh. Yeah, sure. I can do that.
-Can you take my car? I'm not sure you'd have the physical strength to keep your bike upright with her on it.
-Sure.
Sailor has a smile, put her coffee on the nightstands and grabs at his shirt to pull him closer and kiss him gently, making certain she doesn't wake her daughter up.
-Thank you.
He hates her truck the second he sits in it. Hates cars in general. He likes being on a bike so much better. But when he gets in Santa Monica and eyes said housekeeper, he understands Sailor's comment about not being strong enough to have her on his bike. The woman is monstrously big, she sits in the back seat because she would not fit in the front. He doesn't say anything, has nothing to say to her, really, but when they get back in Sailor's hood, the kid is awake, and she screams the woman's name in delight, the woman lights up, she seriously has a lot of love for that kid, a big African Nana of some sort.
As for Sailor, she's in her bathroom, transforming herself into someone he knows, Snow White, says the dress hanging against the wall.
-Thank you, for picking the nanny up.
-I'll be on my way.
-Can't you stay?
She drops her makeup, turns around and imprisons him in her arms, pulls herself to wrap her legs around his waist, it makes him smile, nah, he's going back to Charming. He's surprised Jax hasn't called already, but Sailor has her ways to make him stay two hours longer, even if she'll have to rush to get ready for her afternoon gig.
But Madison has her ways as well. When he's dressed and ready to leave, she took his keys, said she hid them, and will only give them back once he sat with her to watch a movie. The only reason he indulges her is because she's been sick, so he sits through Wreck it Ralph, after saying he didn't want to watch a princess movie.
He's just kissed Sailor "see you next time" and was making his way to the highway when he's pulled over, and this time arrested for stalking, he decides to stay quiet and wait it out. Once at the cop shop, once the frenzy dies down, he's getting fully informed of what's going on. They found his phone in Esther's house, and that counts as stalking.
-How can my phone be at her house? It's in my pocket! I haven't been inside of her house for a month. My right pocket, right here.
The cop pulls out of his pockets a pack of smokes, his zippo, his wallet, some change, a fidelity card he was given at the coffee place, if he punches in ten bought coffee, he gets a large for free, but no phone.
-It was in my pocket. It's a blue burner phone. Nevada number, my friend gave it to me last month.
-This phone?
His phone, inside an evidence bag, how could his phone be in Esther's house? It was in his pocket this morning, when he left Sailor's house.
-Mrs. Gallegos' husband found it in their bed. What was it doing there, Mr. Lowman?
-I don't have a clue. I've been getting tail from Compton, I don't need a loose gash like Esther Kerns...
-Mrs. Gallegos said you were by her house, this morning. Harassed her and her daughter.
-I harassed no one. I did not go to her house, and I don't know how my phone ended up in her house.
So they would hold him until this mystery would be solved. No problem. He had nothing more to say, and he would remain quiet.
Thoughts?