The Curse of 1977 (Book 2)

Like a brazen thief, Lynnette snuck her way ever so quietly into the second story window of her parents' house.
With her brown paper bag tucked securely underneath her right armpit, the young woman carefully closed her bedroom window
before taking off her sneakers and dropping her bag onto the desk that sat next to her rocking chair.
Before anything else, Lynnette tip-toed over to the door and listened for any sounds coming from the other end. It was still the
early morning and she was well aware that her mother would be stalking about preparing breakfast.
Once she felt that the coast was clear, Lynnette went back over to the desk where her bag was resting and ripped it open like a
Christmas present. What spilled out onto the desk's wood grain were tiny, white rocks that Lynnette hurriedly collected into her
hands before they could fall onto the floor.
From there, she sat back in her seat and pulled out a drawer from within the desk. Inside the drawer was a rubber band that she
immediately snatched out.
She then pulled off her jacket and exposed her boney arms that revealed needle marks all up and down before taking the rubber
band and wrapping it tightly around her right arm.
"Lynn, are you in there?" A woman's loud voice shouted from the other side of the bedroom door.
At the snap of a finger Lynnette gathered every rock from off the table and scooted them into the drawer. She then put her jacket
back on before shooting up from the desk and running towards the door.
"What's up, Ma?" Lynnette huffed.
Her mother bobbed her head up and down and from side to side just trying to peek inside Lynnette's room.
"Are you just now getting home?" Her mother asked in an annoyed manner.
"Yes, Ma'am," Lynnette answered surprised.
"Why didn't you come in through the front door?"
Lynnette thought for a moment and said, "Uh...I didn't want to wake anyone."
"Let me in there!" Her mother tried to barge in.

Lynnette only slid through the door's crack on her way out of the room and into the brightly lit hallway, quickly shutting the door
right behind her.
"What do you need in there?" Lynnette looked perturbed.
Lynnette's mother, clothed in a brown robe and curlers in her head, just stood and stared at her daughter as though she were
looking at a total stranger.
"Why does this job of yours keep you till the morning time?" The woman asked in a more disgruntled manner.
Walking down the stairs, Lynnette replied, "What do you mean?"
Following in behind her, the woman said, "You've been away for the past two days! What kind of job keeps their employees away
from home for so long, Lynn?"
The moment Lynnette reached the living room she immediately went for the kitchen in the hopes of ditching her ever so
persistent mother.
"Mama, I told you and dad months ago, they need me to watch over patients while they conduct tests!" Lynnette sighed as she
opened the refrigerator door.
"I know that, but I've never heard of a job that keeps a person away for nights on in like this! You've been doing this nonstop for
months now, child!"
Rolling her eyes, Lynnette pulled out a carton of eggs from the refrigerator and slammed them down onto the counter.
"Dad stays out all night and you never say anything!"
"First thing, your father is a night watchman, he has to be out, and second, you need to watch your tone with me!"
Spinning around, Lynnette asked, "Why are you on me like this? I've been coming in at this time for the past three months now,
and you haven't said anything!"
"Did you know that your son fell down the steps yesterday morning because he thought he heard you coming into the house?"
Lynnette paused, but only for a brief instant before turning and attending to her eggs. "Is he okay?" She lethargically inquired.
"He's got a big ole' knot on his head," her mother raised her voice.

"Oh well, maybe that'll teach him to keep his little butt in bed." Lynnette shrugged as she took out three eggs before placing the
carton back into the refrigerator.
"And why do you keep on wearing that jacket? It's hot!"
"What's wrong with me wearing my jacket?" Lynnette threw up her hands. "I've been at work for the past few days! I'm doing all I
can for me and my son, and you come at me with this! If I was sitting around the house like Jackie, Bernadette and Lavonia
you'd be all over me about that! But no, I work all the time and I still get beat up!"
"But they live in their own place! They can do whatever they want to now!"
Lynnette slammed the refrigerator door before facing her mother. "Then give me till the end of the month, and I'll have myself a
brand new place to live!"Lynnette then stormed out of the kitchen with her mother following in suit.
"And what about Isaiah," she hollered.
"What about him?" Lynnette screamed back.
"How is he going to live while you're away at work for days? Because I'm sick and tired of taking care of all these kids you and
your sisters keep throwing on me and your daddy!"
Lynnette stopped short of the front door. "I never asked you or daddy to watch my child! You both basically commanded me to
move back in here months ago! But like I said, since we're such a burden on you, we'll be out of here by the end of the month!"
"What on earth is going on in here?" A short, bearded, black man dressed in a blue guard's uniform came in through the kitchen
with a metal lunch pail in his hand.
"Dad, can you please tell mom to stop jumping on me?" Lynnette beseeched her father.
"Don't go running to your dad! Your little behind is out of control!"
"How am I out of control?" Lynnette yelled.
"Lower your tone when you speak to your mama!" Her father firmly demanded.
Lynnette quickly caught herself before looking back at her father and saying, "I came in this morning, like I always do from work,
and mama just starts yelling at me."

"That's because I don't trust this job you're working at." Her mother remarked.
Lynnette's father placed his lunch pail onto the couch before sitting his exhausted body down beside it and sighing a huge
breath.
The man scratched his beard and calmly said, "You're mama and I have both been questioning this job of yours for quite some
time now. I can understand you being away all night, but you've been away for days, too."
"But that's the job, dad." Lynnette ardently explained.
"I ain't never heard of a job like that."
"I've been doing this for months and no one ever said anything until now."
"We have been saying something, Lynn, you just keep on ignoring us." Mother said. "All you do is work and listen to those foolish
eight-tracks like your fifteen all over again."
"Did your mother tell you that the baby fell down the steps yesterday?"
"Yes, sir," Lynnette dropped her head in shame.
"Have you seen your son since you got home this morning?"
"No, sir, I haven't."
"Then rather than arguing with your mother, why don't you go on up and see him? Just because you have odd hours at your job
doesn't mean you have to abandon your duty as a mother."
Lynnette plunged her shoulders in defeat. She glanced ever so meekly at her parents before dragging her sluggish legs towards
the stairs and carrying herself up.
The very moment she rounded the corner that led to Isaiah's bedroom a cold sliver struck down Lynnette's sweaty back. Her legs
grew wobbly and her pace turned listless, as if her own body had forgotten how to move all of the sudden.
There were three bedrooms inside the house, and the one room that Lynnette had to go to just happened to be the same one
she loathed most of all.

She regained her senses and balled up her fists as she stomped down the hallway until she came to the last door in the corridor.
With a sweaty right palm she twisted the knob and immediately stepped inside the room with a determined poise.
Isaiah was still fast asleep in the bed. Lynnette stood above the boy and just looked down at him with her black lips poked out in
a defiant manner.The bump on his head was more than a knot, it was a downright bulging bruise that would have any other
parent rushing their child to the emergency room.
But Lynnette just continued to stand as her son snored away on his back while the sun beamed down upon his little head.Her
fists were still balled up and her lips remained stiff and puckered. All the young woman wanted to do was shut her eyes and pray
to God that she could control her shaking hands that wanted to reach out.
Without allowing another second to pass between them, Lynnette turned and stomped out of room. She could hear Isaiah begin
to stir, which only caused her to move faster than before and carefully close the door behind her as not to disturb the baby any
further.
She could hear her parents downstairs talking amongst each other about her, but Lynnette's attention was elsewhere and
everywhere but inside the house. She went directly into her bedroom, shut the door behind her and immediately cut on the eight-
track player that already had The Commodores', 'Easy', ready to play.Lynnette turned the volume down on the player before
taking off her jacket and resuming her actions from moments earlier.
As she began wrapping her arm all over again with the rubber band, she couldn't help but to glance outside the window in front
of her to see a young, dark-skinned woman jogging up and down the alley.
Lynnette vigorously slapped at her right arm while keeping a vigilant eye on the woman that kept racing back and forth in the
empty alley like she were training for an event.
The very instant she heard Isaiah begin to whine in the other room Lynnette wrapped the rubber band around her arm so tight
that it started to cut off her circulation. She then went over and turned up the eight-track player loud enough to where all she
could hear was Lionel Richie's voice and nothing else.