Chapter Twenty-Seven
A balmy breeze blows across Magnolia Street, rustling the glossy, leathery leaves of the trees that give the street its name. The banner stretched across the street between two lanterns flaps above my head as if dancing to the music blaring through the large speakers. Merchant booths line the sidewalks on both sides of the street as crowds sample merchant wares at the Old Sixth Ward District Initiative.
I watch Iris weave her way through the crowd, her hand clasped around a megaphone she’s been toting around all day like a weapon, keeping rambunctious teens in order. The merchants all seem pleased. The Fosters sold out of inventory an hour ago, Mr. Makao has said he’s expecting to sell out soon, and we only have a couple of trays of food left, and there’s still a lin
