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THE MAN
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Copyright © 2004 by Walter Mosley All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review.
The characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
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ISBN: 0-7595-0860-7
First eBook Edition: January 2004
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“Mr. Blakey?” the small white man asked.
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I had answered the door expecting big Clarance May-15
hew and his cousin Ricky. The three of us had a standing 16
date to play cards on Thursday nights. I was surprised even 17
to hear the doorbell because it was too early for my friends 18
to have made it home from work and neither one of them 19
would have rung the bell anyway. We’d been friends since 20
childhood, since my grandparents owned the house.
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“My house is your house,” I always said to Clarance 22
and Ricky. I never locked the door because we lived in a 23
secluded colored neighborhood way back from the high-24
way. Everybody knows everybody in my neighborhood, 25
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car he drove, and the numbers on his license plate before 2
he was halfway to Southampton.
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“Yes,” I said to the small, bald-headed white man in the 4
dark-green suit. “I’m Blakey.”
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“You have a stand-up basement, Mr. Blakey,” the white 6
man told me.
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“Teddy Odett down at Odett Realty said that you had 9
a basement where a man could stand fully erect, one that 10
has electricity and running water.”
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“This house isn’t for sale, mister.”
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“Bennet. Anniston Bennet. I’m from Greenwich, Con-13
necticut.”
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“Well this house isn’t for sale, Mr. Bennet.” I thought 15
the small man would hunch his shoulders, or maybe give 16
me a mean frown if he was used to getting his way. Either 17
way I expected him to leave.
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“Oh yes,” he said instead. “I know that. Your family has 19
owned this beautiful home for seven generations or more.
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Mr. Odett told me that. I know it isn’t for sale. I’m inter-21
ested in renting.”
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“Renting? Like an apartment?”
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“Well it’s not for rent. It’s just an old basement. More 3
spiders down there than dust and there’s plenty’a dust.”
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against high winds.
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in white boarders in my part of the Sag Harbor. I was try-9
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would even refer a white man to my neighborhood.
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“I want to rent your basement for a couple of months 12
this summer, Mr. Blakey.”
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“I just told you —”
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“I can make it very much worth your while.”
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It was his tone that cut me off. Suddenly he was one of 16
those no-nonsense-white-men-in-charge. What he seemed 17
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saying was “I know something that you had better 18
listen to, fool. Here you think you know what’s going on 19
when really you don’t have a clue.”
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I knew that there were white people in the Hamptons 21
that rented their homes for four and five thousand dollars 22
a month over the summer. I owned a home like that. It 23
was three stories high and about two hundred years old. It 24
was in excellent shape too. My father had worked at keep-25
ing it up to code, as he’d say, for most of his life.
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“I’m sorry, Mr. Bennet,” I said again.
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Blakey,” the white man said, no longer fidgeting or wag-2
ging his head. He was looking straight at me with eyes as 3
blue as you please.
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“No,” I said, a little more certain.
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“Maybe this is a bad time. Will you call me when 6
you’ve had a chance to think about it? Maybe discuss it 7
with your wife?” He handed me a small white business 8
card as he spoke.
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“No wife, no roommate, Mr. Bennet. I live alone and I 10
like it like that.”
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“Sometimes,” he said and then hesitated, “sometimes 12
an opportunity can show up just at the right moment.
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Sometimes that opportunity might be looking you in the 14
face and you don’t quite recognize it.”
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It was almost as if he were threatening me. But he was 16
mild and unassuming. Maybe it was a sales technique he 17
was working out — that’s what I thought at the time.
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mind?” he asked.
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“You can call all you want,” I said, regretting the words 21
as they came out of my mouth. “But I’m not renting any-22
thing to anybody.”
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white man smiled and shook my hand just as if I had said 25
yes to him. “That’s my office number in Manhattan on 26
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Before I could say anything else, the little man turned 1
away and walked down to a Volkswagen, the new Bug, 2
parked at the curb. It was a turquoise car that reminded 3
me of an iridescent seven-year beetle.
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her porch.
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“Everything okay, Mr. Blakey?” she called.
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“Just a salesman, Miss Littleneck.”
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you’re unemployed.”
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flashed her eyes at me. All the way across the road those 14
yellow eyes called me a liar. So I turned my back on them 15
and went into the house.
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“So you gonna call ’im?” Clarance Mayhew asked me.
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of Clarance’s fat legs.
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mother was a child.”
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chubby and pear shaped. Underneath his chin was a crop 23
of curly hair about an inch thick. Hair wouldn’t grow on 24
his cheeks. That’s why the tan-colored man always looked 25
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“You want a drink?” I replied.
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“Hey.” That was Ricky’s way of saying yes. He was 2
darker than his cousin but not nearly my color. When my 3
uncle Brent used to see us coming, he’d say, “If it ain’t the 4
three shit-colored patches on a tatty brown quilt.”
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I pulled a bottle of Seagram’s from beside the wood 6
chest where we played cards. I took a drink from the bot-7
tle and then passed it to Ricky. We never used glasses un-8
less Leonard Butts or Timmy Lee came over to play with 9
us. Clarance, Ricky, and I had drunk from the same bot-10
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We were playing blackjack for pennies and I was up 14
$1.25. That meant I had $15.76 left to my name. One 15
more bottle of whiskey and I’d be flat out of money.
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“Lemme see some cards,” Clarance hissed off the back 17
end of a deep draught of whiskey.
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He threw down his three — a heart queen, a deuce, 19
and a trey. Ricky slapped his cards facedown and took the 20
bottle back. I showed two spades, a ten, and an ace.
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“Shit,” said Clarance. “You got all the luck tonight.”
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and waiting for the bottle.
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give me all kinds of grief about how I should get a job and 2
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falling apart like I was.
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I took another draught from the bottle. It felt nice.
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Good whiskey smoothes out after the third sip. Clears the 6
fuzz from behind your eyeballs and relaxes the spine. I’ve 7
always liked to drink. So did Clarance and Ricky, who we 8
sometimes called Cat.
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houses he’s putting up,” Ricky said.
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hoarding the liquor, so I passed it on to Clarance.
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“Yeah,” Ricky said. “He’ll be down there tomorrow.
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You should go ask ’im.”
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over again, the way he always did when he was getting 18
high. “Maybe? Man, what you thinkin’? Like you some 19
kinda prince don’t have to work? They will take this house 20
from you, Charles. You gonna end up like old man Brad-21
ford — sleepin’ in somebody’s garage, eatin’ day-old bread, 22
and drinkin’ brand X.”
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“Clara, baby,” I said, doing my impersonation of a half-24
hearted lounge lizard. “What’s all this tough love, darlin’?”
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“Goddammit, asshole!” he shouted. “I told you not to 1
call me that!”
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“But, baby,” I pleaded with my hands clasped as if in 3
prayer. “Clara, you tellin’ me I ain’t worthy.”
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time would end the card game. We used to tease Clarance 6
in grade school by calling him Clarabell and then just 7
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we would fight. Not much of a chance, because Clarance 11
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enough to act like fools.
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Ricky put the bottle down and picked up his sweater.
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around and leave. Ricky shook his head at me and fol-16
lowed his cousin out the front door.
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They’d left their piles of change on the table where we 18