I don’t think so. Hell, if this was anywhere other than America, I might just kill him.” After a moment of thought, “And it would be legal.”The squirrel glanced up from its feast of shelled walnuts and cashews and appraised the giant black man. Cocking its head, the squirrel paused from chewing for a moment.“No. Not you, Nuts. That little shit we took down.” Maxom chuckled. “You know, little friend? We did good.”As if pleased with the turn of the conversation, the squirrel resumed chewing, his bulging cheeks cheery. Maxom leaned against the peeling door jam and watched the squirrel’s almost mechanical consumption for another fifteen minutes, then stalked back into the house.Light streamed through the windows he’d. He stared disgustedly at the filth that had been all but invisible in the black light gloom. Truly, he’d had no idea how badly he’d been living. If he’d had, he’d have been much more serious about getting help.As Maxom had told himself the other day when the life of that fat white boy had hung in the balance, living in fear of a symbol was ridiculous.
