“But at least come out and eat with us. Auntie made nkatenkwan . . . and if you make me wait any longer for it, I’m gonna steal all of your meat.” “Like hell you will,” I said, launching myself out of bed and onto my feet. Quick as a cat, Tabatha sprang for the door, muscling me out of the way, and for a moment, in pursuit of the best cut of goat, I left my grief at the door.
