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The story of Agatha and Devin is a sweeping saga spanning more than seventy years that begins with the tale of a misguided youth, Scott Robertson, who goes through his life living helter-skelter in ways that govern inevitable consequences. A strikingly handsome but undisciplined black male, Scott influences his unwitting juvenile counterpart, Monica Chisholm, to follow him into certain disaster. As a petty criminal, Scott, now father to seven impressionable children in the heart of the Harlem ghetto, is unchecked until he graduates into a hard-time felon and ends up feeling the full weight of his prison existence. His oldest child, Agatha, is gifted with an unimaginable strength and far-reaching fortitude that helps to keep the downtrodden Chisholm children united. Agatha even works across color lines, helping the Ruiz family, who are similarly affected by ghetto life.
Then Devin Brooke comes along, a striking exciting young man who is duped by his friend to donate his sperm, which ultimately creates a link between Agatha and Devin that cannot be broken. Other players work behind the scenes and contribute to the redemptive arc within a story in which some are convicted of murder and others of carrying out major drug deals, homosexuality is forced upon unsuspecting prison neophytes, and men become transgendered against their will and are made to comply with multiple acts of depravity. All of these misfortunes and more are brought into play until all parties reach a well-rounded, happy-ever-after end.

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Publié par	Xlibris US
Date de parution	07 juin 2023
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781669878995
Langue	English

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BABY, MINE!

The Story of Agatha and Devin

BOOK 1

Jacquelyn McGloster

Copyright © 2023 by Jacquelyn McGloster.

Library of Congress Control Number:
2023909834
ISBN:
Hardcover
978-1-6698-7900-8

Softcover
978-1-6698-7898-8

eBook
978-1-6698-7899-5

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Rev. date: 06/02/2023

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Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Epilogue

To my daughter, Mrs. Jill Henrietta McGloster (Pearson). One of the greatest compliments that I can pay you is that each day you become more like the woman whose name you carry (Mrs. Henrietta French Richmond Johnson). She, like you, has been a true phenomenon. As a teacher back when blacks weren’t licensed or employable, she taught me, a child, German because when you don’t use it, you lose it. She died in February 1962, and I’m living proof of that fact.
Armed facing the challenges of this life, Jill bravely utilizes those gifts given her by our Almighty such as fortitude, determination, common sense, and perseverance, and she has a willingness for hard work and to keep her eye on the ball. Total, unadulterated success is inevit able.
One record that we share is that she and I are the only mother-daughter police team ever for the once viable and now defunct ‘New York City Transit Police Department’. The Transit Policer, created in 1953 to promote safety and well-being for subway passengers was a force of over 4,250 males sixteen women. Making that fact unchangeable is that, in April 1995, the NYPD consolidated the three existing agencies. She, like I, are now retired (I in 1990 and she 2004); but for years, we worked almost side by side in law enforcement. Possibly due to the fact we are black, the Guinness book of records decided the distinction isn’t notewo rthy.
Thanks comes as a result of the praise experienced with a silent nod of approval achieved when you reach a coveted goal.
Job well done, Jill. I’m proud of you, the go-to person now.
Prologue
The powers that be slowly relaxed their vigil as they collectively and individually released a long sigh of relief. The hard part appeared to be behind them. From the start, everyone involved had done what was expected of them—in the time allotted—and the two new operatives were now firmly entrenched in their designated positions. These talented, enthusiastic, and dedicated operatives sat at the helm of a well-oiled machine that had been established and cultivated long ago; they expected excellence and demanded absolute obedience. Their experience had always been only to receive absolute loyalty and superior work. They could now readily accept the praises and accolades associated with a job well done, and in receiving such, their pleasure was evident.
It was little wonder that the organization loosely referred to as “the Firm” operated without visible flaws, challenges, or dissent. If there was dissatisfaction in the ranks, it was close to the top and felt by only a very few against those who carried the enormous weight of responsibility for achieving excellent results.
Within the Firm, there were no offices to maintain, no workers to manage or direct, and no paychecks to prepare and distribute. There were no clocks to punch and nothing produced for public use or consumption.
But there were signs that attested to its existence; there were, for example, startling amounts of ready cash available for distribution to encourage, influence, and promote change and action ultimately for the greater good.
For those with eyes to see, it was truly amazing to watch many disciplines—diverse in scope—come together clandestinely, share knowledge, and cooperate fully. Those involved put forth their excellent efforts and received excellent results. Then came the separation, after which they went about the business of incorporating what was learned, benefiting the masses at large but with few repercussions. This happened in one smooth operation, the changes falling into place as if they had always been the status quo.
In the various fields of endeavor, some were more active, yet no one was more influential than another. The concepts of cooperation and competition worked in perfect balance, and Devin stood at the back door, looking over the huge cluttered backyard of their recently acquired house, and acknowledged that he had been blessed by the illusive yet undeniable Almighty. He felt awkward about being so blessed but was still man enough to bask in the glory of it all. Devin acknowledged his overwhelming happiness with a quietly whispered thank you . He then attempted to rein in his fragmented thoughts by shaking his head and, unsuccessfully, to focus on the here and now.
It was an intensely cold, lonely, and raw day. Yet—never mind that the newly hired landscapers had yet to start or that there was no outside furniture to enhance the area—Devin still found it hard not to smile with approval. The unkempt grass was shaggy and brown in spots and bald in others; still, his spirits remained high as he considered his recent accomplishment. The bushes had grown wild and shapeless over time, but he saw an innate beauty in them that he felt compelled to restore. A barrier of trees grew close together near the new construction of the unfinished garages. The empty spaces between the trees and between the studs of the bare lumber seemed to glare at him, but he also saw the promise of luxurious foliage—it beckoned to him, vying for his attention, from someday not far into the future. Amid that bleak landscape, toys, bikes, and other items were carelessly strewn about, evidence of the pleasant disarray of children who gathered to celebrate life there daily.
A large backyard had been an absolute must on his list; Devin had not been willing to make any concessions about that. He absolutely needed the elbow room.
He was also thankful that his many luxury cars were protected either by a protective cover individually labeled and personally identified by their conscientious owner or by a newly, and paying for all the alterations, he had given the cost no further thought.
The original two-car garage was designated for Agatha’s knockabouts, which Everton would also be driving soon. Neither Agatha nor Everton was as rigid about or dedicated to their vehicles as Devin was to his, but it was by dint of Devin’s dedication and respect for the automobile that those spaces were set aside for the less-than-honored and aging, albeit useful, vehicles.
Devin chuckled quietly to himself at the vast changes that had taken place in his life, unimaginable only a few months ago.
As usual, Devin was trying to organize his thoughts, which were clouded by his overriding pleasure about sharing himself with his now one true soul mate. Those feelings overshadowed his normally awe-inspiring, sound judgment and kept him pleasantly off kilter.
As his thoughts wandered, he noted muffled bursts of indistinguishable noises trickling down from upstairs. Devin couldn’t distinguish the words but could easily identify each voice. He considered that had he not been present from the onset of this megachange in his life, he’d be hard pressed to believe he was the same person who entered into this alliance, no matter how willingly. Yet here he was, in the flesh.
He sighed and marveled at having such deep contentment; shaking his head, he sipped the final dregs of his coffee. He felt total satisfaction and silently rejoiced at finally being able to make a decent cup of coffee all by himself. Those thoughts produced a charming smile, manifesting his dimples and his even sparkling white teeth. Oh, what glory!
From as far back as he could remember, Devin had always been served appetizing and appealing meals and beverages that had been prepared for him in a manner only afforded by the truly catered-to rich. Now he could add “useful” and “accomplished” to his repertoire.
Devin’s life had taken such a dramatic turn, changing utterly from the quiet routine he once thought he desired and had managed to attain into this busy chaos with all things new and different. Still, he was filled with joy and felt mightily blessed.
Devin was enjoying this momentary peace and (mostly) quiet. He still heard th