Losing Isaiah Page #5

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not to drink any

"al-co-hol

or take any me-di-cine.

"It could harm her...

"baby.

She should get lots of sleep."

Khaila?

Look at me.

What's wrong?

I threw him away.

My baby.

Threw him in the garbage can.

I killed him.

Killed him.

Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

You got a book about that?

Hey, how you doing?

Hi.

Oh.

Hello?!

Amir?!

Josie?!

Oh, my...

What happened?

They gone in the ambulance.

She was bleeding

all over the bed.

She wouldn't move.

I cooked supper,

and I went to call her,

but she wouldn't move.

Doctor say she lost a baby.

What baby?

Hey, little man.

You okay?

Y'all hungry?

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

Whoo! Whoo, yeah.

Can I give you

a hand there?

No, I got it.

You sure? I got a little cousin

about that age.

You know, they can do damage

to your back.

I said I got it.

Okay.

Lord, boy, you heavy.

Mama...

It's okay. Go back to sleep.

I'm going to stay

with you tonight.

Pizza.

You gonna have your pizza.

I'm sor...

Eddie Hughes.

You know, I didn't

meet you before.

I got to get back inside.

To your kids?

They ain't my kids,

and why you got to be lurking

up here on my floor?

I'm not lurking.

I'm just having a smoke.

Well, smoke somewhere else,

goddamn it.

I'm a working man on vacation...

up from Tampa.

You ever been to Tampa?

Oh, this look like

a vacation spot to you?

Actually, my brother lives here.

Yeah, you know,

he don't like to smoke, so...

I'm just visiting him.

We're, uh...

we're in the music business.

Mm-hmm.

I was just, uh...

working on a song about, uh...

concrete.

Check it out.

I got to work

on the melody a little bit.

I hope you good

at something else.

- Hello, Mama.

- Uh, Khaila.

Uh, there's some leftover pasta

in the fridge...

Bye, Khaila. So long, sweetpea.

And, uh, laundry needs

to go in the dryer.

I'm out the door, honey.

Okay.

Give me a kiss. Mwa!

Oh, I might be

a few minutes late tonight,

but you can stay, huh?

Bye, girls.

The Fredericks residence.

Khaila?

Yeah?

It's Gussie.

Can we meet somewhere?

He ain't dead?

My baby ain't dead?

Well, now, where is he?

In the city,

living with a family in DePaul.

Well...

Well, I got to see him.

Slow down, Khaila.

There are a lot of issues

involved here.

He's been legally adopted.

So? I got to see my baby,

Gussie.

Where is he?

Okay, we're going to work

on that,

but it's going

to take some time.

- No. Come on, let's go.

- I'm on your side.

I'm going to help you,

but it's going

- No, no, no, no, no.

- To take some time,

and you're going to have

to be patient, Khaila.

I can't be patient.

- Listen.

- I need to see my baby.

Listen to me,

listen to me, Khaila.

Don't let

everything you worked

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