Heaven, My Home (Highway 59 #2)

by Attica Locke

“Black folks,” Leroy said, “are the most forgiving people on earth.”

I make heaven my home, I shall not be moved.

“My boy, Levi, he’s still alive. I know it.”

“Tayshas,” he repeated, hearing his whole world in that one word. Texas. Friend.

Can’t have all the hate talk out there and it not end up in violence some kind of way. It’s just human nature. You talk it enough and it carves out a path of permission in your heart, starts to make crazy shit okay.”