The Man in My Basement
Chapter One
"Mr. Blakey?" the small white man asked.
I had answered the door expecting big Clarance Mayhew and his cousin Ricky. The
three of us had a standing date to play cards on Thursday nights. I was
surprised even to hear the doorbell because it was too early for my friends to
have made it home from work and neither one of them would have rung the bell
anyway. Wed been friends since childhood, since my grandparents owned the
house.
"My house is your house," I always said to Clarance and Ricky. I never locked
the door because we lived in a secluded colored neighborhood way back from the
highway. Everybody knows everybody in my neighborhood, so strangers don't go
unnoticed. If somebody stole something from me, Id have known who it was, what
kind of car he drove, and the numbers on his license plate before he was halfway
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