Kit woke up on a black, leather couch in what looked to be an office. She rubbed her head as she tried to gather her surroundings; everything looked blurry. She sat up slowly and as her vision became clear, realized that the room was packed with people. She jumped up, on full alert, her hands up, palms out, preparing to use whatever magic she could tap into.
“We mean you no harm.” Came a very gentle voice from Kit’s left. Kit’s head snapped over towards the sound of the voice. A black woman with beautiful, long, kinky, red hair and a long-flowered dress stared back at her with a small smile upon her brown face. Kit recognized her immediately from the picture. Kit had her kind, big, brown eyes.
“Grandma Geraldine?” Kit breathed, acknowledging her dad’s mom. Geraldine’s smile grew wider,
