Chapter 4 Prep for the big gig

Tyson would try to clear immediately the way Beckham's girlfriend, Esther would see trying to explain himself and stuttering a bit as he, Tyson is just so short of words and just too excited to give a damn what Esther thinks at the moment or anybody else.

Tyson would change into his fresh coat, wear his pair of black loafers' moccasin after he had worn his underwear and trousers too. He would properly take a while to get finished as he would look at himself at the mirror to ensure that he looks good, for the very first time ever and he will rush down with two hundred bucks to take a cab to Mary Todd Lincoln house right there in Kentucky too that will take about fifteen minutes to get there too.

It began to rain heavily as Tyson was in the cab heading to the building of Mary Todd Lincoln House which is a skyscraper structure.

Tyson was shocked to death and felt like he was in an imaginary world or something. He was smiling from edge to edge, his teeth would widen and his teeth would glance so bright it will shine on the sun visor mirror that will draw slightly the cab driver's attention towards him, Mr. Tyson. Soon the rain would begin to fall heavily and a traffic would hold for a second the heartbeat of the over excited and impatient young man who is in a haste to get to where he is going to.

One of the passengers, in the person of Mrs. Taylor, a young black middle aged lady appearing to feel very cold was shivering in the taxi that Tyson also had boarded too and Tyson had called her attention, ma'am, are you feeling cold? Yes, my son, the lady had replied him. He then showed kindness by lending his black coat to the woman who appreciated kindly the young man, Tyson's gesture towards her.

"I'm Mrs. Francesca Taylor, what about you, she had asked the young man (Tyson). I'm Tyson Palmer, Tyson had replied. Nice to meet you, ma'am, as they expressed immediate fondness for each other".

"You are a black right, Mrs. Taylor asked Tyson. No ma'am replied Tyson, but my mom's a black from Kentucky, he had continued. That's good to hear, my husband is also from Kentucky, Eastern Kentucky, Mrs. Taylor had said again".

"Pretty nice, Tyson had replied to her; which state you hail from ma'am, Tyson had asked Mrs. Taylor politely. Okay am from Chicago, Illinois to be precise, Mrs. Francesca Taylor had replied to the friendly Tyson".

"How about your dad? son, Mrs. Taylor asked Tyson again"

Tyson would hold on for a sec, as he felt unease not like Mrs. Taylor said it rudely or was she wrong for asking such a question but Tyson would stutter and his eyes would tell his response before he would even utter any word at all.

"I understand, never mind, I'm sorry for your loss".

Mrs. Taylor had spoken softly to the ears of the young man but strong enough to

break the young man, Tyson, into tears recasting the past again.

"Thank you".

That was the last words Tyson said to the woman before finally halting at his destination after the rain had halted too and the traffic is moving smoothly and no longer hectic again.

Tyson had aligned from the cab but left his coat intentionally with the young black woman, Mrs. Francesca Taylor. He, Tyson would also take off his bow tie as he is preparing to walking into the entrance of the building, take it off, his bow tie to look clearly simple and plain too, on a white long sleeves which instead of getting it tucked-in prefers it to be left flown out from his waist, with his black trouser that is looking capris, which is slightly longer than short pants but still above the ankle.