Chapter 15
I’m led to a large dining room with a table set for eight. Kenny nods at a chair on one side and I pull it out to take a seat. Moments later I’m on my feet again as Nana shuffles in. “Sit, sit,” she says, waving me down. But I hurry to the other side of the table and pull out her chair, ignoring the hands slapping at mine. “I said sit, boy. I ain’t too old to do for myself. Where’s Miss Lucy?”
“Right here, Nana.”
I turn as Miss Lucille enters the dining room. She must have freshened up a bit since I saw her last, because her hair is glossy, brushed back off her shoulders, and a faint rouge colors her lips. She takes the seat at the head of the table—an ornate, cushioned chair with arm rests which I suspect usually holds Boss Daddy’s weight. Unlike Nana, she stands beside the
