Heat Wave: Southport
By La Toya Hankins
Zora knew she should have said no when her mom asked her to come home for the Fourth of July. If I had stuck to my guns, this dark chocolate cutie could have been in Charlotte enjoying a cookout and making eyes at the currently unattached graduate student next door, she thought, wiping her forehead with the back of her plastic-gloved hand. Instead, she was selling shrimp burgers and French fries in a hot ass food truck back in the town she had called home for the majority of her life. Damn that sense of family loyalty.
“I’m so glad you decided to come down and help out. Your father would never say it but it means so much to him that you want to help promote the restaurant. It’s always so much fun when the family works together and we rarely see yo
