Switching the subject, I said, “Mr. and Mrs. Steele told me to tell y’all hello.” Granny Anne dropped the pan she was washing in the water and started slowly shaking her head while sighing. “You about to get her started, Quinn.” “Damn right she is. You know that old heffa was going around, telling people at the church that my baked chicken wasn’t cooked right and gave her the runs. Now how it was my baked chicken that gave her the runs when everybody else said that my baked chicken was the best thing on the plates? She just mad that everyone told her to stop bringing that mushy-in-the-middle
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