His Life Mattered, Part Iii

...When her own had run, that man had remained… they still called him evil, that seemed insane, when one day her brother came home stained red all of her concerns would come to a head. “We got them running, all the damn police! Ain’t gonna have those bastards on our street!” Those were the words which her brother did boast, and deep within her an anger did grow. “What are you doing?!”she bellowed with rage, "You’re destroying this city like a plague! You still want to hurt, what is wrong with you?! You almost killed your own god-damned nephew!” Her brother looked shocked, said, “Girl, are you mad? They keep us in sh-t, out lives are so bad! Finally we get the chance to strike back! Surely even you can understand that.” “Strike back? On what? This is our neighborhood!” she cried,”And did burning my home do good? That restaurant you torched, what harm had it done? And who now will dare open a new one?!" “You just don’t get it,”her brother declared, “That man exploited us, he didn’t care. You defend a business that should be black-owned, really Jacinta, this stuff you should know.” “I know you talk big,”Jacinta replied, “I know what I see clearly with my eyes. Why haven’t you built a business yourself? You don’t even try to work and do well! “You and complain, don’t bother to earn, Your happiest now, when our cities burns! You nearly killed Keenan, and that man white was the only good person there that night!” Her brother surged forwards, seething with rage, but their mother leapt out, got in his way, “Enough of this , it’s become quite clear, Jacinta just go and get out of here!” She gawked in disbelief at her mom’s words, they gathered her things, and her son to her, stormed out the place, not knowing just then that she would never return there again. She stayed at a friend’s place, then got housing, put on assistance, she was surviving, and couldn’t help thinking about that man, why he would just be a Samaritan? So she started looking, tracking him down, the net made people easy to be found, she found the restaurant was a smallish chain, so she got a sitter, then took a train. Went out of the city, to the suburbs, walked to the place where she thought the man worked, asked at the counter if they knew the guy, one pointed to a wall, and she did find A picture of the man, he owned the place, ahe felt embarrassment deep in her face, the people on staff gave his business phone, Jacinta thanked them, and headed back home. CONTINUES IN PART IV.