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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

“I heard a man say something about a woman stumbling out of the restaurant, hollering and screaming and running down the middle of the street. Probably just one of them slow-wit retarded souls having a fit,” I replied, cranking up the motor.

“That poor woman. I bet it was because of a man.”

“I bet it was, too. Even retarded women can be fools when it comes to men. I’m glad we didn’t witness it. Something like that would have gave the boys nightmares and I—” A commotion in the back seat interrupted me. “Boys, stop kicking and punching one another or I’m going to get back out of this car and go get a switch,” I scolded. The chaos stopped right away. I rarely had to whup my boys, but I was the kind of parent who believed in chastising kids whenever it was necessary. Usually, a warning about a switch was all it took for them to act right. They was as quiet as mice now, and that made me beam with pride on how well we was raising them. Another thing I believed in was rewarding good behavior. “Y’all want to sing some more songs, or want me to tell a Christmas story?”

“Daddy, tell us the one again about the three wise guys that came to bring presents to baby Jesus when he was born,” Daniel said with a anxious look on his face.

Me and Betty Jean laughed.

“What’s so funny?” Daniel asked.

“Son, it’s not ‘wise guys,’ it’s the three wise men,” I corrected. All three boys sat still and didn’t say another word until after I finished telling the story. It was one of their favorites and I enjoyed telling it.

When we got in the house, the boys ran to their room. Me and Betty Jean took off our coats, hung them on the hook by the door, and eased down on the living-room couch. “Baby, thanks for picking out such a nice tree.”

“Thank you, sugar. And the best thing about it is that it was free.” I laughed.

“Now all it needs is some presents under it,” she hinted, giving me a hopeful look.

“Don’t worry about that. We’ll get some of our shopping done tomorrow and next weekend. This year’s Christmas will be our best one ever,” I assured her.