Page 236 of Not My Type
“Yuh mad? When mi dead mi will stop,” he says.
“Neva lie,” Junior and Gutta says.
“Fi real bro... Zara neva’ round yuh?” Junior asks me and I shake my head.
“No sah she did downstairs mi did in a the office,” I say. “Yuh know we nuh really affi chap though.”
“Neva lie... mount a money a mek in a the underground,” Junior agrees.
“Mhmm,” Gutta smiles.
Rick smirks with a nod at the sound of money. “Mi know dem way deh man... a long time mi nuh drop a foot enuh.”
“Anuh you one the boss hardly come too,” Gutta says looking at me.
I chuckle. “Yuh know how the badness come dung already man when mi need fi di deh yah go see me.”
“Mi know man. Wah dem say bout the funeral though. All black?” Gutta asks.
“Most likely but yuh know seh mi get the printed shirt dem but mi a seh yow mi bredda dem affi get fi dem before mi go give the family and dem done it yuh know,” Rick says.
“Whoever it done pan, dem deh pan dem own,” Gutta laughs.
Rick chuckles. “When unuh fawud a the dead yard mi mek unuh get dem.”
“Jah know mi neva’ member bout dead yard enuh a Mobay it a keep too?” I ask and they chuckle.
“Dawg weh yuh ever go see funeral keep without dead yard?” Gutta exhales the smoke and coughs.
“Badman a COVID now anything possible,” I say.
“A true that but yah a Mobay it a keep,” Rick retorts before he takes a deep breath. Man a go through it enuh.
Zara have school tomorrow and mi affi carry Ms. Jane go deal with something in a the day. How mi a go mek it fi go Mobay too? It’s possible but it’s a lot. Zara isn’t expecting such a sudden trip either because she already planned for Saturday.
“Cya guh come then cause mi woman have school tomorrow and mi affi accompany Ms. Jane fi Jet autopsy,” I tell them.
“Ohhh sound busy fi true bredda,” Rick sighs.“But nuh seh a word mi just mek yuh get it when mi link mi mother a she have them.”
“Cyaa believe wi lose two friends just so,” Junior shakes his head.
“Swear it cut up,” Rick looks down.
“She go can handle that?” Gutta asks and I shake my head no.
“Mi nuh think so but maybe she can stay outside when dem a dweet and just come look pon him after cas she a bring the clothes too,” I retort.
“Ohh,” Gutta nods. “Watch har though cas a har only son.”
“Yah... unuh a go down from tomorrow?” I ask and they nod.
“Yeah dawg and just book a Hotel,” Gutta retorts.
“Same pree,” Junior adds.
“Mi affi go down from tomorrow yes,” Rick says but he’s distracted by his phone. So basically everybody a go down tomorrow. Rick gets up and walk out to the front after telling us that his helper is here with Aden.
“Mi a go deal wid eh food,” Junior springs up.
