Mrs. Jackson narrowed her eyes at Clarice and said, slow and low, “Odette’s gonna take this chicken over to Barbara Jean to show that child some kindness on the day of her mother’s funeral. If you don’t wanna go, then don’t. If you’re worried about your feet, borrow some sneakers from Odette. If you’re worried about roaches fallin’ off of her, then step back if she gets to flingin’ her head around. Or maybe you should just go on home.” The only thing Clarice could think
