“Your mama’s dead. So what? Serve my guests—or sleep on the street.”
The Dinner, the Locket, and the Fire “Your mama’s dead. So what? Serve my guests—or sleep on the street.” The words didn’t just hang in the air—they cut through the kitchen like a knife. Kyrie Payton, my husband, laughed—a cold, jagged sound that made ice crack in my chest. I stood frozen, hands trembling over … Read more