Author's Notes: YAY! I'm back! I'm so glad to be back! Sorry for taking so dang long to update you guys, hope you forgive me! Here's another chapter that I hope you enjoy!

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Chapter Six

Collins and Benny entered into the coroner's office watching people walk by with tissues in their hands and other family members on their arms. Collins was upset that he was alone in this. Didn't anyone care about Gran? Didn't she mean the world to them like she did to him? Collins never could understand why his family did what they did, one of the questions he figured he'd ask God when…and if he got there.

"Hello and welcome." A voice came from behind them. "My name is Milana, who are you here to see?"

"Mr. Ferrer." Benny said for Collins who was too shaken up to answer.

The woman eyed Collins' body language sensing he was of the bereaved. "Right this way."

The two men followed the tall woman along a long corridor decorated nicely, but also had a sort of creepy feeling to it. Lots of chandeliers, too many chandeliers. "Who shall I say is here to see him?" The woman said with a too eerie smile on her face, the poor thing must look death in the face everyday of her life.

"Tom Collins." The professor said, his voice wavering just a bit.

"Have a seat gentleman and he'll be right with you. Feel free to partake in some coffee and pastries."

"I'm going to get you some coffee man. How do you take it?"

Collins held his face in his hands. "Black man. Don't put a damn thing in it."

"Sounds good to me." After seating himself, Benny handed the steaming hot cup to Collins who took a large gulp of it.

Benny rubbed his friend's back. "We'll get through this man, don't worry."

"You must be Mr. Collins." Said an older man around 50 who reached out for Collins and Benny's hand.

Collins' head sprang up. "Yes, that's me." Shaking his hand the man seated them once again. "This is my friend Benny Coffin." How ironic is Benny's last name?

"Nice to meet you Benny." The man said placing his glasses on his nose. "Alright, you're here to take of your Grandmother Ann Collins."

"Yes." Collins said slowly.

"As you know we have her here, and what we need from you is a funeral home in where to place her and a form of payment."

"We have your money. But I don't have the papers that tell me where she wants to be placed. I haven't had the chance to get down there yet."

"I see. Well we can only keep her for a week, so I would suggest getting down ASAP."

Benny looked at this man; surely he wasn't being as heartless as he was right now. "You know what, keep Gran for a week we'll get the papers you need. How much is it so we can get her the hell out of here."

Collins couldn't believe that this was Benny that he was witnessing. It felt good to have his old friend back.

"Collins go wait in the car, I'll take care of it. We'll be back in a week or sooner to get Gran."

Taking that as his cue, the tall professor walked out of the office closing the door behind him. He spotted a phone booth and fumbled around his pockets for some change to call Angel with. Her voice would be all she needed to help him keep going.

He quickly dialed the number and counted each ring until he heard her voice.

"Hello?" Came Angel's groggy voice. To Collins, it sounded as smooth as velvet.

"Hi baby girl." He was on the verge of crying.

"Tom? Hi lover, where are you?"

"I'm at the coroner's office with Benny. They're giving me a week before they'll throw Gran out on the street." Okay, yes he was exaggerating but he didn't care.

"Oh my God! Are you serious!" Maybe exaggerating wasn't the best idea; he almost forgot how sensitive Angel was. "What do you need me to do baby? Just tell me!"

"I need you to go with me and Benny to go to Gran's house."

"Of course I'll go sweetie, but isn't your family going to be there? Will they want me around?"

"I don't give a shit Angel. You're my life, and I need you there."

"Calm down my love, I'll go I'll go okay? Come home, I miss you."

"I miss you too. Oh, here comes Benny. I'll be home soon babe okay? I love you."

"I love you too much."

Talking to Angel did make him feel better as he expected, and that gave him a boost of energy he didn't know he possessed. Running over to Benny, the two men climbed into the car.

"So how much was it?"

Benny looked out the window, never taking his eyes off of the street. "Don't worry about it man. But I think he charged me more-"

"Because he knew you had money." Collins answered for him.

"Yeah, but that's with everything for me." Benny chuckled. "Let me get you and Angel something to eat before I drop you off."

After Benny picked Angel and Collins up some of the best Soul Food on the east coast, he started on his way to Alphabet City.

As Collins climbed out of the Range Rover food clutched closely to his chest, Benny leaned in towards him. "I'll give you a call tomorrow so we can set up our trip down there alright?"

"Thanks so much Benny."

"See you later." And with a quick punch on the gas, the Range Rover disappeared around the corner.

Collins was actually surprised that he made it into the apartment untouched, seeing as the food's aroma could be smelled a mile down. Angel answered the door quickly opening it. "Oh baby! That smells wonderful! What is it?"

"This…my Angel…is Soul Food."

"Mmm sounds good! What is Soul Food.?" Angel said as she took the bags from him and placed them on the kitchen table.

"Stuff that Gran used to cook; it's pretty close to it so I figured I let you taste a bit of heaven."

As Angel happily ate, she remembered the trip she'd have to take soon. "So where is Gran's house?"

"In Maryland. Bowie, Maryland."