Chapter 111

Tony nodded very solemnly.

Guess what?Jackson asked.

What?

We love you!

Jackson kissed him on the cheek.

Tony smiled.

You love your daddy and your papa? Jackson asked.

He nodded very seriously.101: Nothing with a Face, Please

“Well,” Mrs. Ledbetter said grandly, “as y’allsay down there in that cesspool of history you come from, tuck in! And I have to say, Mrs. Cantrell, it really does smell quite wonderful. I’ve never been a fan of fried chicken, but you just might make me a believer.”

“I hope you enjoy it,” Mama said, beaming with pleasure at this hard-won, if not halfhearted compliment. “There’s nothing like fried chicken to soothe the soul, or so I’ve always said.”

Amelia stared at the heaping tray of chicken that Lydia had placed on the table and frowned

“Amelia, honey, you promised,” Mama said.

“I don’t eat anything with a face, Memaw.”

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, child! You would if you knew how good it was! Now you told me you were going to try, sweetie.”