me. âRight nice to have me over. Ainât every day a man gets an invitation for supper . . . with old friends.â
âVesey, you are a sight for sore eyes! I just canât get over . . . I declare, Ally, he hasnât aged a wink! And for us, we have to work so hard to look this good.â
Vesey is uncomfortable with this talk. Always has been a little uneasy with Margaretâs forceful nature. I feel protective of him and take him by the arm. âYou are my guests for the evening, so I want you to relax, have some ginger ale or sweet tea, something cool to drink. Weâve got pot roast, you know. I hope you brought your appetite.â
âAnd homemade gravy?â asks Vesey.
âEven homemade macaroni and cheese.â
âLawd, I died and gone to heaven.â A look flashes between us, and I plead with my eyes, then mouth the words, âIâm sorry. About the whole heaven thing.â
âNot at all, Miss Ally. Not at all. And who is this?â Vesey puts out his hand for Graison, who is standing quietly in Margaretâs shadow, taking us all in.
âThis is my granddaughter, Graison. Say hello, Graison.â
âHello, Graison,â she says.
âGraison is staying with me . . . for a while.â
âThatâs nice,â says Vesey.
âIâm preggers,â says Graison, taking his hand and shaking it firmly. My eyebrows rise.
âGraison!â says Margaret.
âWell, itâs true. Theyâll know about it soon enough. Not like you can hide it forever. Mr. Washington, Iâm staying here with my grandmother until the baby is born. Then Iâll be headed back home to Memphis. Back to school and all, I guess.â
None of us knows what to say. The child is what, sixteen? A child having a child. Something aches inside of me and I brush it off. âAlrighty then, how about we go on in and eat some supper? Iâd like to take a little boat ride before the sun goes down. If you feel up to it, Graison.â
âOh, Iâll be fine.â
âThat okay with you, Vesey? Dinner and a boat ride?â
He nods. âDonât have to ask me twice. Here, let me lead the way.â
âAs you can see, I have a long ways to go,â I say, pointing to the kitchen behind me. We never did have a proper dining room, just a screened-in patio out the back of the house with a concrete floor and aged wood walls. The table is new to the patio, teak, with fruits and little details carved into the legs. âGot this table in Hawaii nearly twenty years ago,â I say, patting the wood. âItâs turned a little, sitting in the warehouse.â
âI think itâs lovely out here,â says Margaret, stretching back in her chair and crossing her legs. âLove how you can sit here and feel the breeze and watch the water dance.â She looks over at Vesey. âYou still live across the river there?â
âSure do.â
âHow quaint. To still be this close, after all these years.â
âVesey was kind enough to look after Daddy over the pastââ
My throat catches and I grab my glass of tea. After a sip I say, âWould anyone like some more macaroni?â
âDonât mind if I do,â says Vesey, holding out his plate. I offer some to Graison.
âNot for me,â she says. âIâm stuffed.â Margaret looks at her granddaughter and at this moment I can see the resemblance, somewhere in the eyes and the forehead. Margaret seems concerned sheâs not getting enough food for two.
âGraison, have you thought about what youâre going to do once the child is born?â I hear the words come out of my mouth with such ease and familiarity; I donât know whatâs come over me. Obviously Iâve ruffled Margaret. She grabs her glass and swigs her ginger ale.
âIâm going to adopt, I guess. Weâre working with a lady to find a good
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