Mrs. Armstrong frowned. “Eliza. That’s what we have always called her.” Mary Grace dropped her gaze to the floor. Rachel, reaching out, lifted her daughter’s chin with her hand. “Mary Grace,” said Rachel, loud enough that a knot of customers by the front door turned and stared. “Her name is Mary Grace.”
Black momma moment. HER NAME IS HER NAME. Talkkng bout that's what we called her
