McCoy."
Healthy shouts of Amens Filled the room, as Family members From Jefferson's mother's people gathered around Odelia.
Frantic, Odelia's gaze scanned the house. "Is Jefferson all right?"
"That nice young man is fine," Pastor Wise's wife said. "He's upstairs dressing in the suit his Grandma Jo had presence of mind to buy for him as a graduation present, along with some shoes and whatnot."
"Best to always be prepared," Grandma Jo said, pressing her lips together to stifle a smug smile.
"Well, they do say, the Lord helps those who he'p theyselves," Nana Robinson said, nodding with Grandma Jo.
"What happened to Jefferson's suit he was gonna"
"There's plenty of time to talk about that later," Pastor Wise's wife said, interrupting Odelia's question. She shot her husband a coy, knowing glance. "I'll take you into my daughter's room so you can get ready For the wedding."
Odelia Froze. "The wedding? Tonight?" Her voice had come out in a squeak.
"We gettin' a jump on 'em, suga'," Nana Robinson said calmly. "By tomorrow, it'll be all over but the shouting; then maybe you two can graduate in peace. I didn't drive all this way For no nonsense."
"No truer words been said," Grandma Jo concurred. "If you stop crying, hurry up, and get dressed, y'all be married within an hour, then we can Finally eatI done put my big toe in that macaroni and cheeseand y'all can go on and do what young Folks do. Get you a hotel room and get busy, seeing as how neither one of y'all's apartments is fit to live in, right through here. Jus' don't get too lovecrazy and fergit to set your clock. Like your nana said, I ain't come all this way to miss my boy's graduation. Hmmph!"
Odelia opened her mouth and closed it.
Both Pastor Wise and Reverend Mitchell discreetly chuckled with the rest of the Family as the pastor's wife ushered Odelia through the house toward the stairs, winding a path through widely smiling kinFolk. Her cheeks Felt hot, and Mrs.
Wise squeezed her arm when Grandma Jo called out to Nana Robinson, "Girl, you ain't fergit to spice them greens with something to bring greatgrands quick, did ya?"
"You oughts ta know me better than that, Jolene. We Robinson women don't play, when it comes to the kitchen," Nana Robinson Fussed back.
"Good. 'Cause like I said, I put my Foot in that macaroni and cheese."
Epilogue
Odelia wasn't sure if it was something in the greens, the mac and cheese, the fried chicken, or the lemon butter pound wedding cake. None of the elderly chefs were to be trusted; they all believed in big families. Might've been a sleight of hand by the maker of the tuna mac, potato salad, sweet potatoes, or even something slipped into the snap beans, rice, or ham. Anything was fair game to produce more greatgrandbabies. On the other hand, trying to remain logical, it very well could've been the yearlong wait for the right partner, or the peach iced tea could have been spiked, knowing their families. Maybe it was simply lovego figure.
All she was very sure of was, Jefferson McCoy hadn't let her sleep a wink all night and was still sweating like he'd run a marathon this morning. Bottom line, Odelia was married, happy, and it was clear that they were both going to be very late For their graduations.
L..A. BANKS. (a.k.a. Leslie Esdaile Banks) is a native of Philadelphia, a graduate of the University of Pennsylvania Wharton undergraduate program, and holds a Masters in Fine Arts from Temple University's School of Film and Media Arts. After a stellar tenyear career as a corporate marketing executive for several Fortune 100 hightech firms, Banks changed careers in 1991 to pursue a private consulting careerwhich ultimately led to fiction and film writing. Now, with more than twentyfour novels and ten anthology contributions in an extraordinary breadth of genres, and many awards to her credit, Banks writes fulltime, and resides with her husband and children in Philadelphia. Look for her Vampire Huntress Legends series and a full
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