“Cus is not going to make it through the night, Mike. They say he has a few hours to live.”
I just started crying like it was the end of the world. It was. My world was gone. All the girls at the bank were staring at me.
“Is there a problem?” The manager came up to us.
“We just heard that a dear friend of ours is dying and Mike is taking it very hard,” Jimmy said. He was cool and collected. Just like that, boom, no emotion, just the way Cus trained him to be. Meanwhile, I was still crying like a lost soldier on a mission without a general. I don’t think I ever went back to that bank, I was so embarrassed.
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