““Big Legs? Is that you?” “Roamer?” Of course it was Roamer McQueen, my very short-lived colleague from the Omega gig. Even if I couldn’t place their voices immediately, I could always keep my male acquaintances straight by their pet names for me. “How’re you keeping these days, Big Legs?” “So-so, Roamer. You know.” “You know how to cook, girl?” The question threw me for a minute. Where was this heading? “No complaints that I recall,” I said at last. “You know how to fix red beans and rice?” “Fo...rget it.” “Yeah, I thought as much. Why don’t you come out and have something to eat with me.” “Thanks, but not today.” “Oh, come on, Nan. It’ll make you feel better. I want to take you somewhere and show you off. Down at this place where my nephew cooks.” I paused before declining a second time. I thought I heard something in his voice, something that made me suspect this invitation wasn’t just about home cooking. “You want to tell me something, am I right?”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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