The Second Doublewide on the Right, part 33
I’m Fixing To Present Part 33 of The Second Doublewide on the Right:
Quantavious Cortez Carter’s hands were trembling like a leaf in the wind as he fumbled to turn the lock on the inside of his trailer door. That deputy with the dog had gone, but that one named Murphy was still out there sitting in his cruiser. He had never seen a white man more teed off after they hadn’t succeeded in finding and drugs in his trailer.
He had thought his tail was headed for jail after Murphy had handcuffed him and placed him into the back of his cruiser. There hadn’t been barely any room in the floorboard for his feet and as he had sat there in a cramped position staring at the steel mesh separating the back seat from the front, he had figured they would more than likely be planting some drugs in his trailer.
So he had been surprised when the deputy had released him, but then the son-of-a-gun had stood there outside his trailer and told him he knew he was dirty and that sooner than later he was going to nail him.
Quantavious had remained calm and cool until he got back behind his locked door. That’s when he began shaking, when he realized what would have happened if Murphy had shown up yesterday morning instead of this one. The ash trays would have been full of roaches and his bed full of underage girls, and they would have put his tail under the Ocmulgee County Jail.
The question in his mind was, why? Why had Deputy Murphy shown up this morning and how had he gotten a search warrant? As far as he knew you had to have some kind of evidence to get one.
It was about that time when he realized how hungry he was. The exhilaration of being free had made him ravenous. Problem was, the only breakfast items he had on hand was a box of stale Coco Puffs, which he decided to douse with a little milk he had left in his fridge. But when he did the milk came out of the carton thick as syrup and smelling of sourness. “Dang! dis stuff done gone sour!” Quantavious exclaimed.
That’s when he decided he really had a taste for some biscuits and gravy along with some eggs and country ham, and he knew just the place to get it—at a place called Mammie’s, up off the interstate. It was kind of like the place Candy Sue ran right there in Apt To Miss, except it was a lot bigger and they served breakfast.
He locked his trailer door and got into his ride, fired it up and started driving out of the trailer park. He knew who lived in each trailer, but he didn’t have anything to do with any of them.
It was broad daylight now. As he drove by his next door neighbor’s trailer, that thieving redneck white boy they called Jimmy Ray, he saw that his old raggedy truck was there, and figured he had been out stealing stuff all night. He wondered why the law never came after his skinny neighbor?
As he drove by the fourth trailer from the front, he knew Candy Sue lived there, and that Murphy lived in the next one, just before you got to that doublewide that nobody ever rented.
Murphy’s patrol car wasn’t at his place. Quantavious hoped he was somewhere getting his tail reamed out for wasting the Ocmulgee Sheriff Department’s time this morning.
At that moment he observed the door to Murphy’s trailer being opened from the inside.
When he slowed down he saw that it was Candy Sue, and that’s when it hit him. She had a thing going with Murphy! And she must have snitched on him for giving her the joints, which she had given to Murphy, and Murphy had used them to convince a judge to issue a search warrant!
Quantavious lowered his window and stared at her as she walked between the two trailers. She looked up and he could tell she recognized him. Then she confirmed his suspicion when she turned her face downward and wouldn’t look at him.
All that time she had been hinting around that she needed a little something to help her relax, and then when he had accommodated her, she had gone and betrayed him!
As he accelerated out of the trailer park, Quantavious decided that he wouldn’t be fixing to be eating any more of her chicken-fried crap.