Crank Me Down“Isn’t it time for Uncle Marius to come home, Uncle Mac?” my niece Tonya asked. Marius Rabineaux was my boyfriend of one year.
I glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall. “Just about.” It was almost eight o’clock in the evening.
Tonya started whispering and giggling with her best friend Sherie, Marius’s daughter. From where I sat at the table near the fridge, I looked over the top of my laptop at my niece, who was supposed to be working on her English assignment, and her partner in crime, who should be tackling a math problem.
“Does your conversation have anything to do with your homework?” I asked them, one eyebrow raised.
“No, Uncle Mac,” replied Sherie, a cheeky smile on her face. “But Daddy said he found some old Silver Surfer comics in Gramma Jo’s attic, and he’s gonn
