Back Across the Way
Chapters (53)
  1. Also by
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Page
  4. Dedication
  5. Acknowledgments
  6. CHAPTER 1 - MILTON
  7. CHAPTER 2 - YVONNE
  8. CHAPTER 3 - YVONNE
  9. CHAPTER 4 - ODELL
  10. CHAPTER 5 - MILTON
  11. CHAPTER 6 - MILTON
  12. CHAPTER 7 - YVONNE
  13. CHAPTER 8 - ODELL
  14. CHAPTER 9 - JOYCE
  15. CHAPTER 10 - JOYCE
  16. CHAPTER 11 - MILTON
  17. CHAPTER 12 - JOYCE
  18. CHAPTER 13 - YVONNE
  19. CHAPTER 14 - YVONNE
  20. CHAPTER 15 - ODELL
  21. CHAPTER 16 - MILTON
  22. CHAPTER 17 - YVONNE
  23. CHAPTER 18 - ODELL
  24. CHAPTER 19 - JOYCE
  25. CHAPTER 20 - MILTON
  26. CHAPTER 21 - ODELL
  27. CHAPTER 22 - JOYCE
  28. CHAPTER 23 - YVONNE
  29. CHAPTER 24 - MILTON
  30. CHAPTER 25 - ODELL
  31. CHAPTER 26 - ODELL
  32. CHAPTER 27 - YVONNE
  33. CHAPTER 28 - YVONNE
  34. CHAPTER 29 - JOYCE
  35. CHAPTER 30 - MILTON
  36. CHAPTER 31 - ODELL
  37. CHAPTER 32 - ODELL
  38. CHAPTER 33 - YVONNE
  39. CHAPTER 34 - MILTON
  40. CHAPTER 35 - MILTON
  41. CHAPTER 36 - YVONNE
  42. CHAPTER 37 - MILTON
  43. CHAPTER 38 - YVONNE
  44. CHAPTER 39 - MILTON
  45. CHAPTER 40 - JOYCE
  46. CHAPTER 41 - ODELL
  47. CHAPTER 42 - ODELL
  48. CHAPTER 43 - JOYCE
  49. CHAPTER 44 - JOYCE
  50. CHAPTER 45 - JOYCE
  51. EPILOGUE - JOYCE
  52. ACROSS THE WAY
  53. DISCUSSION QUESTIONS

“All right then. I just hope this raggedy old jalopy doesn’t break down before we can get to Hartville and back. I’d hate to be stranded on a dark gravel road in my new clothes.” Joyce looked at the plain green-and-white dress I had on. “Girl, you must love that dress. I’ve seen you in it at least a dozen times in the last couple of months. I wonder why it hasn’t fallen apart at the seams by now. When it does, it’d make some good quilt pieces and dust rags. Where in the world did you find it?”

“At a secondhand store.”

“I figured that. They stopped making that style years ago.”

I was seething, but I managed to bite my tongue. “Well, you know me. I ain’t half as good as you when it comes to keeping up with what’s in fashion. But this dress is so sturdy, I’m pretty sure I can wear it at least a dozen more times before I wear it out.”

“I’m sure you will.” Joyce shifted in her seat again. “It’s been months since Odell took me to a restaurant other than Mosella’s, or one of the chicken or rib shacks in Branson or Lexington. What’s the name of this place in Hartville?”

“It’s Po’ Sister’s Kitchen. A lot of our regular customers at the grill told us about it,” I replied. “Some of the folks who come drink at the house mention it all the time. They claim that them folks serve the best deep-fried, buttermilk-marinated catfish in the world.”

“If I like it, Odell and I will treat y’all to supper there some day,” she gushed. “He doesn’t like to drive, and he probably won’t be too eager to go because it takes about an hour to get to Hartville. I’m sure I can talk him into it, though.”

I had to hold my breath to keep from laughing at her last remark. Odell put at least a hundred miles a week on his car going to and from Hartville.

“Joyce, feel free to take a snooze if you want to. We don’t mind,” Milton piped in.

She giggled. “Oh, I’m not sleepy. I’d rather chat. Talking to y’all is a lot less complicated than it is with most of the other folks Odell and I know; teachers and other professionals. With them, I have to keep my guard up so I won’t say anything ignorant or offensive. I can say whatever comes to my mind around y’all.”