“Easy, sis,” Ray said. “No war is ready for your kind of firepower.”
Monica smacked him affectionately on the arm. Ray trotted outside.
“Ladies!” Felicia pivoted and called out. “Lunch is—”
“They can hear you in Timbuktu, honey,” Sandra said, entering arm in arm with Celia.
Jay’s face fell so flat that I wondered if he was beyond recovery. His mouth hung open as he watched his family. The older man exchanged a quick kiss with Sandra before holding the chair out for her and serving her a plate.
“Thank you, Raymond dear.”
“Eddie was sorry he couldn’t get off work for lunch today,” Celia said as she sat down. “He has a presentation.”
“Please, girl,” Monica said. “If my man made the money yours does, I wouldn’t mind if I only saw him once a week. No offense, love.” She pivoted in her ch
