Miss Goldie- Short Excerpt from Poetry The Novel Nobody ever spoke about Peanut after that. They placed Miss Goldie in a nursing home not far from the West Lawn Housing Projects. Peanut trusted me enough to show me where he kept the money he saved. He didn’t believe in keeping his money in banks. “Naw, man,” he’d say. “I need to be able to see my money at all times. I ain’t foolin’ wit’ them banks and shit.” He showed me where he kept it for “just in case” situations. I stopped by the nursing home and placed the money in Miss Goldie’s hand, but she released it onto the floor; it was more than three thousand dollars. “I know where that money come from.” She looked at me sternly, her brittle structure filled with resentment. Her blue veins enlarged under her beige complexion, making them more visible beneath her loose skin. “You probably had something to do with it. You one of the reasons my boy is gone.” She had her mind made up. I couldn’t defend myself if I wanted to. I picked the money up off the ground. “Miss Goldie, Pea – Lamaar wanted you to have this. He wanted me to make sure you got it so you’d have some money to take care of yourself.” “That’s the devil’s money and I don’t want no part of it! My Lord will take care of me. He always has and always will. You get on outta here, boy. Git!” I threw my hoodie on and walked out of the nursing home, ashamed. Peanut left me her bank account information a while ago, also for a “just in case” situation. He told me that if she wouldn’t take the money, I should just deposit it into her bank account. I did what he asked. A week later, I went to the nursing home to check up on her. I walked through the hallways. Elderly people moved gingerly up and down the hallway, gripping walkers and being pushed in wheelchairs, they beckoned the attention of strangers who came to visit other patients. I felt sorry for them. I walked to Miss Goldie’s room. The door was wide open; her bed was made up. It looked as if it hadn’t been laid in for a few days. Her pictures and all her belongings were gone. I stood, a vase of flowers in my hands, looking for an explanation. A nurse walked past the room and saw me standing there. She stopped and walked in. She looked no older than I was; short haircut, hazel eyes, about a few inches shorter than me. She had the shape of a model. Not America’s Next Top Model, but Africa’s Next Top Model. Her nurse’s outfit accentuated her curves. She didn’t have on any makeup or lip gloss. She looked worn out, but yet, she was still beautiful. As I became lost in her eyes, time slowed down. She spoke seconds after she walked in, but to me, it was much longer. “Can I help you?” She had a singer’s voice. “Yeah. I thought this was Miss Goldie’s room.” Her face dropped. Her hazel eyes projected sorrow. I knew something bad happened. “Um, are you her grandson?” “No. I’m...I’m a friend of the family.” She looked towards the bed, then back towards me. “Miss Goldie died two days ago.” “Two days ago?” She looked sad for me. “Yes. She died in the middle of the night. Doctors say she had a heart attack.” “She just got in here a few days ago though. She was in good health and everything.” “Yeah. She kept talking ‘bout how much she missed her grandson. She didn’t eat anything we brought her. It seem like she just became real bitter.” I shook my head and remained silent. “I’m sorry you had to find out this way. We didn’t know she had any other family, or any friends for that matter.” “Yeah. I was actually her grandson’s friend, but I knew her pretty well.” She nodded her head. I could tell she really didn’t know what to say. “But, it’s ok. She’s in God’s hands now.” “That’s defiantly better than this place.” She smiled, trying to console me with the warmness of her heart. On my way out, I walked past the room of an elderly woman. She sat in her wheelchair, watching a show on television. I walked into her room and placed the vase of flowers on her desk. She looked up at me, confused but at the same time, thankful. I smiled and walked out of her room in the same motion. “Thank you”, her fragile voice left her lungs and fell into my ears. “You’re welcome.” ***AMAZON REVIEW*** I dont read books often, but this book took me to a whole new world! The author wrote in a way where I could actually picture myself being there. Everyday I came home & ran to this book because it created such suspense. I highly recommend this book! WATCH THE OFFICIAL TRAILER HERE!!!
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