As Good as True

by Cheryl Reid

She loved him as I loved my children, but she burdened us with the depth of her love. It went as deep as misery.

“Enough.” Marina would go toe to toe with Nelly, with me, with any person. “I don’t want to hear that kind of talk. Not today.”

we do any more, we risk angering the parish over a Negro who is not even Catholic.”