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held together with frayed duct tape. “I’ll take more hours at the A&P, skip a semester.” Granny Jack wiped her brow with a Kleenex. “Don’t be ridiculous, girl.” “Bobby Ray don’t have a daddy.” “Your father’s spent no time free with the boy. It’s not fair to either one.” Davida kept packing, her fountain of tight-knit, rainbowbeaded braids clattering. The poor girl, Granny Jack thought, all skin and bones, never sitting long enough for anything to take hold, not food, not love, not family, and now about to run off. “Come here, child,” she said and held Davida tight. ❊❊❊ Davida broke free and flopped onto the lion quilt draped across her bed. The lion was her favorite animal, proud and majestic, though she looked anything but as she sobbed quietly. Granny Jack pulled a hankie out of her floral house dress and gave it to Davida. “I know Bobby Ray is like a son, and Lord knows you’ve been like a mother to him, but he’s your brother and he’s only 8. You don’t think I got issues with Willie? But he’s paid his penitence, nine long years this time. The Lord


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