Chapter 20

“The fastest to wipe out illiteracy would be to set all these Southerners on fire,” she added.

“He’s not stupid, Mom!” Jackson said.

“He can’t defend himself?” she inquired.

Their eyes turned to me.

Mrs. Ledbetter took a long drag on her vape pen, eyeing me coyly. Come and get it, her eyes were saying. Hit me with your best shot, Mr. Man!

“You know,” I said, “there isone aspect about conservative Christianity that I quite agree with. A woman, according to St. Paul in the Bible, is supposed to keep her mouth shut. Unless, of course, a man needs somewhere to put his dick.”

This was greeted with a tense, rather uncomfortable silence. Mr. Ledbetter’s eyes went wide. Jackson looked mortified. The waiter pouring the wine paused rather dramatically. But Mrs. Ledbetter burst into a hearty bout of laughter.

“Very good, Willy,” she said, nodding and pointing her vape pen at me. “Well done! I like a man who has balls. It’s so refreshing, especially in the present company.”