Chapter Thirteen
Malakai sat at the kitchen table stuffing his face with black eye peas, mustard greens, yams, corn bread and short-ribs smothered in gravy. He sucked the gravy from his fingers and took a drink of his grandmother’s homemade lemonade. Sitting the glass down, he got right back to business.
Mrs. Williams sat at the opposite end of the table watching her grandson devour the meal she’d prepared for him. She cracked a grin. He looked up at her staring at him.
“Why are you staring at me like that, momma?” he smiled.
“You look so much like your brother right now scoffing down that food. The resemblance is uncanny.” Her voice cracked with emotions and her eyes pooled with tears. “God knows I miss that boy.” She wiped away her tears with the back of her hand.
Malakai wiped hi
