A Rage in Harlem Page #3

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So, what you trying

to pin on me now?

Familiar with an old man

named Julius Dixon?

Hit for 10 grand on a number

Goldy sold him.

It warms my head

when I can do some good...

for the old folks

of the community.

Yeah? Too bad he fell

down a flight of stairs...

before you could pay him!

You don't think

we could do this later...

like in the morning?

- Hell no!

- Hell no!

Don't worry, baby.

They just do this sh*t

to keep themselves busy.

But, uh...

I got no place to stay.

Stay in a hotel.

But I got no money.

Are you ready for me, daddy?

Oh, I'm sorry that

I spilled that water on you.

He spills a drink on me...

and now he won't even ask me

for a dance.

Boy ain't got no manners.

Well, honey,

you're just gonna have...

to make it up to me

on the dance floor, huh?

Would you hold

this for me, please?

Thank you.

I'm gonna hold this

for you, yeah.

Uh...

You're not an undertaker.

I'm Jackson.

That's my toe, Jackson.

Sorry. I told you,

I don't know how to dance.

Baby, it's easy.

Just wrap your arms

around me...

And squeeze.

I know who it is.

See, that's his cousin.

- Uh-uh.

- No, no.

Then that's...

Mr. Clay's in on this...

that's his wife's

sister's daughter...

- Uh-uh.

- No, no.

Then I do not know

who that woman is.

But...

Sorry.

And don't this feel good?

- Whoo!

- Oh!

Jackson, would you like

to go outside?

Because it's kinda hot

in here.

Um, no. Uh...

Heh. I'm doing

just fine here, really.

Would you like to go home?

Really,

don't worry about me.

I'm great.

Honey,

I ain't worried about you.

I'm worried about me.

See, I'm tired,

my feet are killing me...

and I just want to sit down.

Now, do you live nearby?

I'm sorry?

Let's go.

This is it.

Upstairs.

Jackson, I told you

never to leave...

your ham-greased stuff

in my kitchen.

Who is that?

Well, you ain't been

fornicating all these years.

I don't see how come

you want to start now.

If Christ knew

what kind of Christians...

he had up here in Harlem...

he'd climb back up

on the cross and start over.

Who's that?

Why, that's Jesus.

Now, honey,

I know who Jesus is.

The other one.

Oh. That's my mom.

She's dead now.

Sorry to hear that, Jackson.

I'm so tired.

I feel like I walked

all the way from Mississippi.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Would you like me

to rub your feet for you?

I could do that for you.

Sure, honey, that'd be fine.

Gotta take these off.

I've seen

a lot of feet before.

I don't think

I've seen one... so small.

That's mighty sweet of you,

Jackson.

So, where is it

you seen all them feet?

Dead people.

Jackson.

Oh, you know...

being an undertaker

and everything.

It's not that

I work with the deceased...

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