Hispanic men selling bags of oranges, cut fruit, flowers, and pro club t-shirts on the side of the freeway signaled that Ty was close to his destination.
A slight chuckle escaped his lips as he recalled Mary standing on the corner across the street day in and day out, wishing she could turn into Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman and have a millionaire pick her up off the corner. Although he and Mary were in the same profession, he hit a million in revenue after eighteen months.
Jarvis and Ty pulled up to Jarvis’s mother’s house simultaneously. Ty whipped out his cellphone to call his mother when he didn’t spot her car outside. Jarvis and Ty embraced and shared pleasantries before heading inside.
Ty was ebullient when he spotted his godmother. She was the only woman who never renounced him. He rushed over to her with his arms wide open. He couldn’t stop smiling, and he hugged her so tight she squealed.
“Get those crusty lips off my momma,” Jarvis joked.
Mama Paige beamed with pride. “Look at my two boys. Have I told you two how proud I am of you today?”