Six Easy Pieces
Easy Rawlins Stories
Chapter One
From Six Easy Pieces
Smoke
Easy," she said, and then the phone rang.
Or maybe it was the other way around. Maybe the
phone rang, and then Bonnie called my name.
Bright sun shone in the window, and the skies
were clear as far as I could see. There was a
beautiful woman of the Caribbean lying next to
me. From the living room, early morning cartoons
were squeaking softly while Feather giggled as
quietly as she could. Somewhere below the blue
skies, Jesus was hammering away, building a
single mast sail that he intended to navigate
toward some deep unknown dream.
It was one of the most perfect mornings of my
life. I had a steady job, a nice house with a
garden in the backyard, and a loving family.
But I was nowhere near happy.
The phone rang again.
"Easy," Bonnie said.
"I hear it."
"Daddy, phone," Feather yelled from her TV post.
Her dog, Frenchie, growled in anger just to hear
her say something to me.
Jesus stopped his hammering.
The phone rang again.
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