Color of Deception Read Free Page B

“Chapter thirteen, ‘Love is the forgiver of multiples of wrong doings’, Rebecca told her son…” Pete began to read the book from where Moriah had left off.

Chapter 4
     
    Hours later, as Pete approached his house, he saw a black kid and his white friend skateboarding along the sidewalk. The black kid, obviously not paying attention, suddenly skated onto the two way lane road. Pete saw him ahead and had a huge urge to accelerate past the twenty miles per hour restriction. This punk thinks he could just ride his skateboard in the middle of the street. I should just roll over his stupid black behind! Pete remedied in his mind gripping the steering wheel tightly. Then the picture of possibly spending life in jail for his crime deterred him from the fantasy of seeing the lifeless body of the black kid lying on the street. Then again spending life in prison wouldn’t be so different from the hell he thought he lived at that moment. Waking up each morning with his beloved wife not by his side felt like extreme torture each and every miserable day of his now life.
    Pete blew his car horn profusely at the two boys as if each honk conveyed the cuss words that swirled in his mind. He rolled down his passenger side window, “Get the hell out of the street you idiots!”
    “Sorry Mr. Holmes,” the black kid said with a surprised look on his face before getting back on the sidewalk. His white friend followed.
    Suddenly Pete recognized the black kid. Pete used to be his little league basketball coach at the community center he and Moriah volunteered at. The kid was one of the best players on the team. Dominic is his name , Pete remembered. Pete rolled his passenger side window back up and continued down the road not looking back at the kids. After he turned left onto his street he noticed two vehicles parked in front of his Victorian styled home: a C-class Mercedes Benz and a Volkswagen Touareg. Of all days this was definitely one of them that he didn’t want any company. He wondered how long they had been waiting for him. They didn’t even call him on his cell to let him know that they were coming over. He thought of driving right past the house, but he didn’t know where he would go to kill time until they got the hint that he didn’t want company.
    Pete pulled into his driveway and pressed the button on the garage door opener which was clipped on his visor so the garage door would open. He drove in, and then pressed the button again to close the garage shut.
    “Welcome home!” Rachel said cheerfully after Pete walked in the kitchen from the door to the garage.
    “Hmph! To a house that’s not empty,” Pete emphasized to his uninvited guests. “The spare key Moriah and I gave you all were for emergencies only, not to show up at my house unannounced,” Pete said standing at the door surveying the room. He noticed Rachel and her mother Leah preparing dinner. He took in the scent of the food cooking – it smelled delicious. It immediately reminded him of Moriah’s home cooked meals which he missed.
    “Pete we came to eat dinner with you tonight. We didn’t want you to be alone on the anniversary of my sister’s death,” Noah spoke up. He was sitting in the family room across from the kitchen watching a show on TV.
    Pete walked into the family room and sat on the couch with Noah. He threw his keys on the coffee table. “Someone should’ve at least called me,” he growled. But he couldn’t complain much because the food Leah and Rachel were fixing had his mouth watering already.
    “Now we all know had one of us called you would’ve made up some excuse as to why we couldn’t come over,” Leah said, pulling out a pan of cornbread from out of the oven.
    “I’m just saying – your spare key is for emergencies only…” Pete defended.
    “And this is an emergency.” Rachel, pleased with her salad prep, placed the bowl of fresh greens, fruits, vegetables and nuts in the fridge.
    “So how are things going at