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Chapter Eleven

The next day Tuesday sent Danielle to school and left Tanisha with a sitter. When Danielle asked, Tuesday told her that Daddy had gone on a business trip and would return soon. Tuesday didn’t feel like this was a lie.

It may have been delusion or just the faith she had in her husband. While understanding he was not superhuman, she knew Marcus to be too much of a tactician to simply walk into his own execution. He would find a way to overcome this the same way he overcame the dope game, overcame his indictment, and overcame the odds by transitioning into a legitimate entrepreneur.

Over the next few days, Tuesday went about the business of running Abel and being a mother. The combination taxed her patience and nerves but provided enough activity to fill her days. On the home front, Danielle was still trippin’, and it was much worse without Marcus to act as a buffer. At work, she was bombarded with mountains of paperwork, long meetings, and problems that felt like calculus. Luckily, she had Brandon to help steer the ship when the wheel became too much for her to handle.

The days were difficult, but those calm and quiet nights were by far the worst. Lying in their extreme ultra-king, all Tuesday could do was think of Marcus. Being alone on that massive tenby-twelve-foot bed amplified his absence so much that she opted to sleep in one of the smaller guest bedrooms.

Tuesday did receive a call from Marcus on the second day. He explained that the family had pulled the plug on Rene shortly after the two had made their peace. He said that out of respect, the meeting was being pushed back until the funeral was done.

From what Marcus had explained, La Guapa couldn’t harm him as long as her father was living. Despite no longer having that protection, something in Marcus’s voice sounded optimistic when they spoke. This helped to feed Tuesday’s belief that everything would be fine.

She remained strangely positive even after Marcus stopped calling or answering his phone in the days that followed. Tuesday was sure he would come back with some tale about how he’d outsmarted Reina and her associates then taken them out in one Machiavellian move. They would celebrate as a family, probably spend a day with the girls at Disneyland. That night the two of them would celebrate as a couple by making love in a way that was deep and soulful, reuniting their flesh and spirits.

Even on the fifth day when Brandon came by the house and tried to shatter the delusion, Tuesday still believed.