Chapter 7: H Is for Homo“Let’s say grace,” Mama said when dinner was ready.
Noah was to my right, Shelly to my left. Bill and the boys were on the other side of the table. Mama was at the head. Papaw sat in Daddy’s place.
We made the sign of the cross clasped hands.
“For what we are about to receive, may the Lord make us truly grateful. In the name of the father, and of the son, and of the holy spirit.”
We tucked into Mama’s fried chicken, red beans and rice, fried okra, corn on the cob.
“How is Father Gray?” Mama asked.
“He went on and on about abortion today,” I said.
“Rightly so,” Mama said. “All those murdered babies. I’ve been meaning to get over there and see that display of crosses.”
“If they think a clump of cells is just as important as a human being, they’re full of hot s
