Chapter 6
Lessons
The floor was polished to a high gloss. I skipped along the shiny surface, ready to begin my lesson. “Greetings, Iris. How are you on this fine day?”
“I be dandy, how ‘bout you?” she said without stopping her breakfast preparations.
“I am well, thank you for asking. Can you teach me about herbs now?”
Iris threw her head back and laughed. “How ‘bout a bite before we begin?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She put a plate of mouth-watering biscuits in front of me. While I smothered them in butter and honey, Iris gathered baskets.
I pointed to them. “What are those for?”
Her worn hand rested on her hip. “Ya gots ta have something to put da gatherings in, Miss Anna.”
“Oh,” I said, feeling quite dim-witted.
I swallowed the last of the biscuit and pushed the plate away. “Can we begin
