“I know JJ wants me to pick him up for the weekend. I might bring all the kids over for a
party,” I said.
“That’s fine with me. Keep them for the week if you want. So, tell me about this
weekend?” Emery queried.
Cicely placed a bowl in front of us with spoons and napkins.
“Are you heading out for the day?” I inquired as I cut a piece of cornbread.
Cicely strolled about, nodding as she moved out of the kitchen to leave. I shifted in my
seat, scooping carrots and corn together with cornbread.
“You know Malik will have something to say about this Vegas trip,” Essence stated.
“Malik is my brother, not my father. Eddison Jr. is starting to learn to leave me alone,” I
sassed as I waved her comment off.
Emery was older than me and worked at Pierce Motors on the marketing side, on
