Twenty
Kylie
“Everyone looks like they’re having a nice time,” Mom says from her perch in front of the kitchen sink. Pink rubber gloves cover her hands to her elbows. She’s been flitting around back here, slaving away while Glen drinks himself silly with his cousins.
I roll my eyes, unimpressed. “Seems like this family’s only angry if a black woman marries one of their own. If some strangers are here to visit, they’ll take them in just fine.”
Her brown eyes widen and she hisses, “Watch your mouth, Kylie. What if someone hears you?”
“Let them.” I frown, glancing through the kitchen window to Tanner. He sits beside Alice and another girl, listening to the live band. The sunset bathes his hair and turns it to burnished gold. His flannel shirt flaps in the wind. He sips on a bottle of sod
