Deep Fried Trouble by Tyora Moody & Robin Caldwell

Author:Tyora Moody & Robin Caldwell [Moody, Tyora & Caldwell, Robin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Christian Books & Bibles, Literature & Fiction, Mystery & Suspense, United States, African American, Christian, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense
Amazon: B00D6IRN3A
Published: 2013-11-30T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

Little creatures had taken over my home. Not long after Cedric left, Kisha and Tyric reminded me why I never liked the idea of grand young’uns staying over past three day. Never again would I whine to the Lord about loneliness. Me, God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit would be just fine. Now Mr. Porgy could become a permanent resident as soon as we got this sleeping thing down. I had to keep the bedroom doors closed because as soon as I turned my back, the little four-legged wonder would find him a bed to lay his shaggy self. How he managed to climb with his little legs was a mystery.

“Grandma, can Porgy stay in the bed with me?”

“No honey. You and Tyric don’t need the dog in here while you sleep. Everyone has their own bed.”

“But Porgy looks so sad.”

“Well, he lost somebody special to him, but I know he appreciates you playing with him.”

“I wish Mama would let us have a dog. She said Mrs. Hattie don’t like animals.”

My ears perked up. “You like Mrs. Hattie?”

“Yes, she watches me when Mama goes to work. Sometimes her and mama yell at each other.”

“Is that so?” That reminded me of the man Chris. “Kisha, what about Chris? Does your mama talk loud with him to?”

Kisha’s eyes grew wide.

“Kisha.”

“He hit me. Mama yelled at him.”

I shrunk back. “He hit you?”

She nodded and held up her arm. “Right here.” Kisha pointed to her forearm.

I examined her tiny arm. There didn’t appear to be any recent marks, but the fact that this unknown man laid his hands on my grandchild spiked my blood pressure. “Come here, baby.” I wrapped my arms around her and then tucked the covers around her body real tight. I wondered if Leesa ran off to get away from this Chris fellow. My daughter being missing may not have anything to do with Mary’s death.

I peeked at Tyric in the playpen. The temporary bedding would have to do until I could figure out a better place to put him. Thank goodness I had the playpen stored away in the closet from when Junior’s twins visited when they were younger.

I left the nightstand lamp burning and shuffled down the hallway. Just as I reached my bedroom door, the phone rang. I grabbed the cordless phone from the nightstand. “Hello.”

“Eugeena, you doing alright over there?”

“Hey Cora. I’m so glad to hear your voice. I just put the children to bed.”

“Oh good! I was calling to find out when Mary’s funeral will be? I would like to drive up to give you some support.”

Mary’s funeral.

“Cora, I’ve been caught up trying to track Leesa down. I believe the pastor said her family arranged the funeral services for Thursday. Speaking of the funeral, Pastor Jones had asked me to speak on behalf of the church. Cora, what can I say?”

“Plenty. Look, I know you were a bit pig-headed about the incident a few years back, but you have to put that behind you. You more than anyone knew Mary best.

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