Chocolate Goodies. Jacquelin Thomas

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      The two women embraced again.

      “Have a great rest of the week.”

      Coco strolled back into her shop.

      The telephone rang.

      She knew instinctively that it was her mother calling because she always called around this time. “Coco’s Chocolate Bar,” she said.

      “Good morning, sweetie. It’s Mom.”

      Coco smiled. “I knew it was you. How are you, Mama?” She propped her hip against the mini stainless steel fridge behind the bar.

      “I’m fine. Just wanted to check in with you. How is your day going so far?”

      “Great,” she responded. “Elle was just here.”

      “I’m having lunch with Amanda on Wednesday. I haven’t seen her in a couple of months so we figured it was time for a girls’ day out.”

      “I’m glad you’re getting out,” Coco said. Her mother hadn’t been feeling well due to a bad sinus infection.

      “Oh, by the way, Gregory Barton called here. He’s in town for the next couple of weeks and wanted to get together with you.”

      Greg was an old boyfriend from her college days. “What did you tell him?” Coco asked.

      “That I’d give you his information. There was nothing else to say.”

      “So you didn’t mention anything about him getting someone else pregnant while he was seeing me?”

      “I figured I’d let you handle all of the particulars,” her mother said. “I know that you don’t like me interfering in your relationships.”

      Coco laughed. “You are never going to let me forget that, are you?”

      “No, I don’t think I am,” she responded with a short laugh.

      A customer walked into the shop.

      “Mama, I have to go,” Coco said quickly. “I’ll call you later.”

      She silently debated whether or not to give Greg a call. He’d e-mailed her a few times, apologizing for hurting her and for being unfaithful. He had told her that she was the one who had gotten away.

       Whatever.

      She later decided that it was best to leave the past in the past. She would call Greg back, but only to say goodbye.

      Ransom Winters bobbed his head to the thumping music as he strolled around the room, making sure the boys were completing their school assignments.

      Thirty-two years old and a self-made millionaire, Ransom was the founder of D-Unit, a structured day program for at-risk teens who didn’t attend school on a regular basis. The boys had a history of excessive class cutting or suspensions in their regular schools; D-Unit was a reputable, short-term alternative for them to attend, but still keep up their regular school assignments.

      He paused at the table by a young man wearing a black-and-white Sean John T-shirt. “What are you working on, Jerome?”

      The fifteen-year-old glanced up and said, “I have to do a book report on the Civil War.”

      “Have you started your research?” Ransom asked.

      “Not yet.” He glanced around the room before adding, “We don’t have a computer at home.”

      “Do you have encyclopedias?”

      The boy shook his head, looking embarrassed.

      “You can use the computer over there,” Ransom said, pointing toward the one on the far left. “We have a set of encyclopedias, as well. Let me know if you need any help.”

      “Thanks.”

      Ransom smiled. He truly believed that it took a village to raise children, and having been a youth counselor in the school system, he knew firsthand that most teens weren’t misbehaving just because. There was always a reason, usually due to what was going on at home: absent fathers, mothers on drugs, etc. His program allowed teens to come to the center and continue their education. He and his staff worked in a Christian hip-hop environment designed to put the teen boys at ease.

      Recent statistics showed that the students in his program returned to school with a change of attitude and grades improved. A couple of the boys had turned in their flags, giving up the gangs to which they once belonged. Before they left the program, Ransom met with each of them to help create short– and long-term goals. He followed up, making regular visits to the schools to make sure his boys were on track and had successfully merged back into the school system.

      “I’ll be out for a bit,” he told one of the staff members. “I’m going to introduce myself to some of the local businesses across the street. Maybe we can find some more volunteer opportunities for the boys. I’ll pick up lunch. It’s sub sandwiches today. Rick, can you call in their orders for me?”

      “No problem,” said the man seated over at a desk in the far corner.

      Ransom left the center and glanced across the street. He was always looking for ways the boys could perform the community service requirements that were part of his program. He had been considering going over to the Stanley Chocolates factory to see if they would allow his students to come in and work in some capacity for a few hours a day. Many business owners in the small outdoor mall where he was located hadn’t been real receptive to having boys with baggy pants and hats on backward in their workplace.

      Ransom was never one to give up, so he walked briskly across the street and strode into the plant with purpose.

      “May I help you?” the receptionist asked.

      “I’d like to speak to the manager, please. I don’t have an appointment, so if he or she is busy, I’d like to schedule one. I’m the owner of D-Unit across the street.”

      She smiled at him. “What is your name, sir?”

      “Ransom Winters.”

      “Michael, there’s a Mr. Ransom Winters here to see you. He’s the owner of D-Unit.”

      She hung up, saying, “Please have a seat. Michael will see you shortly.”

      “Thank you.”

      Stanley Chocolates had been around for as long as he could remember. Ransom glanced about the reception area, studying the pictures.

      A man walked out from the back. “Hello, I’m Michael Stanley. You’re Ransom Winters?”

      Rising to his feet, he nodded. “I am.” He followed Michael to his office.

      Closing the door, Michael said, “I saw a message where you’d called me last week. You were actually on my list to phone today. We had a lot of orders that needed to go out and I was short staffed.”

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