Chapter Thirty-Nine: He Ain’t Say Bye…
Lyric I was just wiping my mouth with a paper towel when the front door swung open like the damn wind owed it money. “Whew! I done walked this whole damn shop and back, Lord have mercy.” My mama bust through the door with grocery bags hanging off both arms and keys dangling from her fingers like a badge of honor. Zay and I looked up from our takeout — him halfway through his fries, me sipping the last of my iced tea. “You see how hot it is? I’m not built for this. Lyric, come help before I melt.” I glanced at Zay with a soft eye-roll and got up. “Coming, Ma.” She breezed past him, throwing a wink over her shoulder. “Zay, you good baby? You want anything from the store next time? I seen them lil drinks you like on special.” “I’m good, ma’am,” he said with a chuckle. “You better b
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