Greetings, people! Again I apologize for not updating this for a awhile. I just haven't had any inspiration for new chapters, and I hate to write half-baked work simply to get things done. Anyways, enjoy the chapter and I hope everyone has a nice turkey day!
"The stars are really just the souls of people who've died," Baby John says one night. A-Rab looks at him. A-Rab knows shit about stars and moons and whatever the else is suspended in the sky, but even he thinks Baby John's claim is crazy.
"That ain't true," he says. "Stars are…stars are just made a dirt, I think."
"Oh no. Stars are, or were, people. I'm sure of it."
"Baby John whoever told you that was off their rocker."
"No they weren't, cuz Tony told me that."
"Oh," A-Rab says. It's been almost a month since Riff and Tony had made their great journey forward, but A-Rab still finds it hard to talk about them as memories and not people. "Then I'm sure he's right; Tony never was one who lied."
"See?" Baby John looks up. He'd seen a shooting star once in his life, on a winter night when the entire city lost power and all the lights went dead. Recently, he's a had a desire for the city to go black again. "So Riff an' Tony an' even Bernardo are up there, right above our heads."
A-Rab smiles at Baby John. Sure, he's a goofy kid who can't swing a punch for beans, and Baby John is often the butt of peoples' jokes, but A-Rab sure can't imagine life without him. He's the one thing in this damn city that A-Rab knows will always be the same. So A-Rab shifts his eyes upwards too, and his lips part when he sees it. He hears Baby John sigh, knowing he sees it too.
"A-Rab, did ya see that?"
"Yeah," he says, watching as a flash of light makes its way across the sky. Even A-Rab knows this light isn't from an airplane; it's from something much more complex, and perhaps, something much more personal.