She hands off the bag and walks with her girls to the nine-piece sectional sofa where they all sit down in various poses. Gena is to one side, watching the film, but generally in a world all her own.
“Gena, you doing okay,” Drissa asks.
“I’m fine,” she answers promptly. “I not only didn’t worry but I tried to keep Dena and Deanna as calm as I could. Giving them reassurances and all.”
“Well, thank you, Gena. Girls, lets turn the volume down and have a family meeting. I don’t want you worrying so much. Just what did you think was going wrong in the first place?”
“Mom, the riots are still going on,” Dena admits.
Deanna adds, “And the temperature is so hot, we thought you guys might have broke down somewhere and in danger.”
Back from his errand, Dad joins in, citing, “But we told you tha
