CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Kaya returned home from the grocery store the next night as the bowlegged Mrs. Johnson tottered off her porch.
She waved at Kaya, salt-and-pepper curls bouncing. “How you doing, Kaya?”
“I’m fine.” Kaya got the grocery bags from the back of her car. “You going out, huh?”
“Girl, yes.” Mrs. Johnson stood at her silver Volvo station wagon, digging for her keys. “It’s my bible study night.” She opened the car, maneuvering her huge hips into the front seat. “I ain’t been in months. My girlfriends ‘bout to drive me crazy if I don’t show up this time.”
Kaya set the bags on the porch and unlocked the door. “Have a nice time.”
Mrs. Johnson waved as she backed out the driveway. “See you!” She drove away.
Kaya laid the sacks in the foyer as a figure in black rushed inside th
