Raheim inquired.
âHe does.â
âAnd he knows Iâve never starred in a film before?â
âHe does.â
âAnd he still wants to take a chance on me?â
âHe does.â
âWow.â He exhaled. After having the door locked and bolted so long, it felt so jood to have this opportunity come his way.
And Troy knew it. âYou want some time to pinch yourself?â
They laughed.
âYou donât have to audition or take a screen test. I sent him a copy of A Raisin in the Sun , and he and the other producers loved you in it.â
It was his off-off-Broadway debut. During the showâs two-month run last year, he stepped out of the shadows as the understudy and into the role of Walter Lee Younger for two weeks when the star was bedridden with pneumonia. And, as luck would have it, one of those performances was filmed for a PBS special on Lorraine Hansberry. Troy coaxed the documentarians into releasing some of the footage so it could be edited and used as part of Raheimâs résumé. That paid off in a big way.
âCool. When do they want an answer?â
âAs soon as possible.â
âLike yesterday?â
âYup. But weâre gonna take until Monday afternoon. You havenât had this type of offer before, so you deserve to enjoy this feeling.â
âThanks. I will.â He grinned.
âYouâre so pleased you havenât asked about the salary.â
âOh. How much?â
âThree seventy-five.â
Raheim was surprised it was that much; the film would be an indie from Fine Line. He hadnât seen a six-figure check in a loooong time. âThatâll be a nice payday.â
âIndeed. But the payday wasnât nice enough for many of those they approached, probably because of the kind of role it is and the risks involved in taking it.â
Yeah. Like being branded with a scarlet letter for playing a homo? Like having oneâs so-called masculinity questioned? Like not being considered for âmanlyâ roles, be they in romantic comedies or action adventures, in the future?
He brushed all that off. âThey shoulda took the role because of the risks.â
âIndeed. But their loss is your gain. This is your chance to prove that you always had itâand still do.â
âProve to who?â
âTo yourself.â Troy raised his glass.
He followed. They clinked. They sipped their water.
Troy glared at him. âJust donât ditch me when William Morris, CAA, and ICM come calling when the movie hits big, okay?â
After all heâd put Troy through (heâd told him âfuck youâ and hung up on him more than once) and all the time Troyâd spent helping to repair his reputation and his career, the brother believed in him and stuck by him, so thereâs no way that would happen. âYou know I wonât,â he promised. He smiled at the script, then frowned. âBut . . .â
Troy shook his head; he was used to the doubt. âYes?â
âWhat if Iâm no jood? I mean, I ainât never done something this heavy before.â
âAre you kidding? You were born to play this part. As Addison advised Eve in All About Eve : âYouâll give the performance of your life.ââ
Chapter 5
A t 4 P.M. , the second-floor doorbell rang. Destiny raced to answer it. She slowly pulled back the curtain covering one of the rectangular windows that framed the door, peeking outside.
â Granâma, granâma!â she squealed with utter delight upon seeing her grandmotherâs smiling face pressed up to the window.
As soon as Mitchell unlocked the door and there was enough space, Destiny jumped into her grandmotherâs arms.
âHey there, Precious! How is my Sweetie Pie doing today?â
âIâm jood. How you?â
âIâm jood er now that I have you in my arms.â
Destiny giggled.
As always, they