Chapter 18
“You’re in love,” I observed.
She blushed and put a hand across her mouth as if she didn’t trust herself to speak.
“I’m happy for you,” I said. “He’s a good man. You’ll be happy together.”
“I’m sure,” she said.
“You know what they say,” I said. “If it’s got tires or testicles, it’s going to be a problem.”
“You got that right!” she exclaimed.
Keke allowed Noah to model his new do. It was cute in an awful sort of way.
“Y’all take care,” I said, taking Noah in hand.
“Bye, Mr. C,” Keke said. 13: Our Lady and the Christmas Tree
At home, I changed into a tank top and a pair of shorts.
I found Noah in the front room, standing in front of the shrine to his mother. At least that’s how I thought of it. I watched as he lit a tea light and carefully put it in the heavy glass receptacle in front of his mother’s picture, which had been given to him by her parents shortly after her death two years ago.