Jorja’s eyes lit up. “Oooo, Mama. Mr. Isaac is fine, and he’s educated. And he has a little thug appeal to him. You two would be cute together!” “Aht aht!” Ms. Alicia held up her hand. “I’m good. I don’t need any of you playing matchmaker. Lord only knows what you’ll send my way. I’ll stay single first.” “At least get you some, Alicia,” Granny said. “And Isaac is fine, chile. Somebody needs to knock the cobwebs off that—” “Granny!” Jorja exclaimed. “I wasn’t supposed to say that out loud. My bad.”
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