“I’m good. Thanks. I need to head home.” I gathered to my feet.
Her eyes orbed. “Oh, wait! I prepared ya some dinner.” Before I could protest, Ms. Noel had headed off to the kitchen, returning with a large brown sack, a tradition well known in the south. An easy smile lightened my face.
“You’re my guardian angel.” I kissed her lightly on the cheek, hugging her tightly.
“Chile, we’re family,” she smiled brightly, though her pearly dentures were missing today. I smiled back.
* * *
Later that evening, a storm rolled in, bringing ominous clouds. Thunder rumbled with fury, shattering against the windowpane as lightning streaked across the bruised heavens. Then came sheets of rain pounding the house.
I never liked thunderstorms, and this one wasn’t any exception. I finally gave up and clos
