Chapter 27
Uncle Marcus
MABEL WASHINGTON STOPPED at the corner of Sixth Avenue and Minetta Lane and studied the stretch of road she needed to navigate. At least he didn’t lie about the neighborhood. She compared the address to the number on the first building. The place I want must be halfway down the street. Could be safer if I come up from the other end.
About ten minutes later, she assessed her safety from the bottom of Minetta and moved forward, but stopped when she heard a scuffle and the sound of metal on metal. Mabel prided herself on her survival instincts and took her baking pin out while rolling up the sleeves of her long dress. Got to get in the right frame of mind. She thought back to her anger on the day her husband left for parts unknown and she hurled her two hundred-poun
