“Lord Jesus.He ate a whole sweet potato pie at Dorothea’syesterday, and he’s eyeing those donut boxes like he hasn’t had food inmonths,” Samuel’s wife, Miss Regina, sitting next to him, said.
“Donuts!Awesome!”Liam exclaimed, strolling in withScrapper where Scrapper often spent his time.Tooling around on Liam’s wideshoulders.
I didn’t know how those two did it.How Scrapper stayedbalanced while Liam did whatever Liam was going to do.But they worked it.
Yes, my kid stole my cat.
It took him two seconds after he got home from his date.They took one look at each other and both of them were gone.If Liam was home,they were inseparable.
The good news about this was that Darius wasn’t annoyed atTex anymore for springing a cat on us.
There was no bad news.
Except I wanted to be a good momma and think it was cute mykid stole my cat.
But I was peeved.
I saw him first!
Darius put the boxes down, spread them out on the island andflipped up the lids.
After he did that, he said to his son, “Round up thecousins, son.Breakfast is served.”
And what did Liam do?
He walked two steps to the doorway to the living room andshouted, “Richie!Jacqueline!Donuts are here!”
I looked to Darius.
He was fighting a smile.
I fought grabbing a donut and throwing it at him.
Mister Sam leaned long and nabbed himself a cinnamon twist.
“One, Sam,” Miss Regina warned.“Thanksgiving is over.Youheard what your doctor said.”
“Thanksgiving lasts four days, woman,” he retorted thenmunched into the donut and spoke through cinnamon and dough.“No doctor worthhis salt would deny me this donut.”
She turned beleaguered eyes to me.
I stretched my lips out to say I couldn’t help her.
Anyway, I agreed with Mister Sam.
Liam sat by his father’s uncle, his grandfather’s brother,and reached for his own donut, and I reveled in watching them so close, soakingin the similarities.
Soaking in the fact not only Darius had the full force ofhis family around him, we were now able to give it to our son.
Scrapper sat down on Liam’s shoulder, and with interest,studied my boy as Liam bit into a custard-filled, chocolate covered.
Liam tore of a tiny bite and offered it to his cat, whoinvestigated it with his teeny black nose, then turned that nose up from it.
“More for me then, bud,” Liam said to his furry friend.
Darius got close to me where I was leaning on the backcounter, dipped his head and whispered in my ear.“Better get what you want.Richie’s worse than his dad.And Jacqueline will hoover through a box on herown.She may be skinny as a meth head, but the bitch can put it away.”
I’d noticed that yesterday at Dorothea’s.
