“What happened to the music, Vi?”
“Batteries dead and I don’t have any with me.”

I take the player and speaker off the dash and slip them into my bag.

“I never knew you to come out and not carry extra battrees.”
“It’s alright. I won’t forget to pack more from now on.”

He begins to fumble with the white envelopes over the visor.

“ummm don’t even THINK about putting on that Kenny Rogers cd.”

He laughs…”How was the sausage?”
“Excellent. I’m surprised it was so juicy considering how late we are getting it.”
“You going to eat the breadfruit?”
“Breadfruit?? Where??”

He unwraps the tan paper from around the small helping of breadfruit. I break off a small piece. It’s still warm, still moist. I close my eyes and slip it into my mouth. Mmmmm so good. Use the last two swallows of my red stripe to wash it down.

Ah yes, I’m back.

“I going to do a likkel work. I will come for you at 10:00.”
“10:00 for what??”
“Tonight is Thursday. You forget??? de roadblock party.”

“THURSDAY NIGHT ROADBLOCK!!!!”