Southern Ghost (1992)
“The Mt. Zion Baptist Church glistened in the early-morning sunlight. A cemetery adjoined the church, the plots beautifully cared for. The frame church had recently been repainted and was a dazzling white. The frame house on the far side of the church also sparkled with fresh paint. White and red impatiens grew in profusion in the front bed. Crimson azaleas flamed along the side of the tiny house.
Annie pulled into the shell drive. The slam of her car door sounded shockingly loud in the placid m...orning quiet.
As Annie approached, the front door opened. An imposing woman stepped out onto the porch. Her dark face held neither welcome nor hostility. Tall and slender, she waited, her hands folded across the midriff of her starched cotton housedress.
“Mrs. McKay?”
“Yes’m. You must be Miz Darling. Miss Dora called, said you were coming.” She didn’t smile. Her face was grave and thoughtful.
Annie recognized strength of character. Lucy Jane McKay would do what she thought was right—and the devil take the hindmost.MoreLess
Annie pulled into the shell drive. The slam of her car door sounded shockingly loud in the placid m...orning quiet.
As Annie approached, the front door opened. An imposing woman stepped out onto the porch. Her dark face held neither welcome nor hostility. Tall and slender, she waited, her hands folded across the midriff of her starched cotton housedress.
“Mrs. McKay?”
“Yes’m. You must be Miz Darling. Miss Dora called, said you were coming.” She didn’t smile. Her face was grave and thoughtful.
Annie recognized strength of character. Lucy Jane McKay would do what she thought was right—and the devil take the hindmost.MoreLess
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