Countless meals around Lloyd and Bev’s long dining table. Planning church. Having church. Praying. Their house was often the only one big enough to fit. A lot of us were single and rarely cooked anything decent, and Bev’s cooking was like balm in Gilead.
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It’s Wednesday morning at 5am. I’m already late for work because I overslept (Daylight Savings…ugh!). I’m combing my hair, bumbling sleepily around in my bathroom,