“Aunt Sue. What are you doing here?” My aunt surprised me by pulling into the parking lot as I was getting out of my car.
“Happy Family has the best WonTon soup in Richmond. I’m hungry, what else would I be doing here?” She hugged me. “This is a little out of your way. How’d you find out about it?”
I explained to her about what happened with the Hawkins family. She’d worked as a community activist for years, and her eyes dimmed as she heard about what Tyrone had gone through.
“Those assholes.” She said, taking me by surprise. I’d never heard her curse before. “The same thing happens all over town, whenever those rich sons of bitches drive poorer families out of their homes. Gentrification is a fancy name for kicking out the ‘undesirables.’ Then they have the nerve to complain about the
