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“I’ll wait to eat with you,” Angel said. She wanted to draw to put those feelings away, so she went to look into the guest room for her supplies.
She sat down and began sketching lightly with the pencil. When she raised her head she saw Ross watching her again.
“Say, you got anything on this TV?”
Ross shrugged. “Movies.”
Too short. Movies end.
“What about shows?” she prompted.
“There’s one I wanted to start,” said Ross thoughtfully. He eyed her. “It’s a black show. It’s got black people on it, I mean.” He cleared his throat. “I mean, I’m not suggesting it just because you’re black.”
“Put it on,” said Angel. “Sounds good.”
“It’s called Preacher Man.”
“How many seasons?”
Ross clicked his way through with the remote. “Nine,” they read at the same time off the show’s description.
Perfect, thought Angel.
Ross clicked on Episode One, then paused. “We need some drinks,” he said, going to the kitchen.
Suddenly a loud noise went went bong like a Chinese instrument and they both jumped.
“Delivery,” said Ross and left the kitchen, but Angel was nearer and got to the door first.
A bug-eyed teenager gaped at her when she swung it open. His eyes leapt up her bare legs and lingered where Ross’s shirt just barely covered her pussy.
“Um. Ma’am, how are you,” the boy stammered.
At the sight of Ross the boy relaxed. He said, “Hi Mister McCall. H-here’s your order of the Grand Slamming Big Fat Country Boy Dinner. I asked them to put in extra sauce on the brisket for you, and Stacybelle made the potato salad this time so it won’t taste too bad.”
“Perfect,” said Ross. “Thanks, son. You eat already?”
Angel’s eyes nearly popped out her head but thankfully the kid said, “Uh huh, I had some just an hour ago.”
“Don’t let ‘em starve you, alright?”
“No Mister McCall, sir, I won’t!”
Ross gave the kid damn near a hundred dollars in exchange for a mountain of food, which Angel went to lay out on the burlwood dining table.
“How’s your Ma?” Angel heard Ross ask.
“She’s fine, doing much better after you found that rascal who run off with my sister. Now our Stacybelle’s back making potato salad, where she ought to be, all thanks to you Mr. McCall.”
“Give everyone my fond regards.”
“Yes sir. Good-bye, Ma’am.”
“That’s child labor, right?” Angel said once the boy left.
“This is Virginia,” said Ross. He rubbed his stomach. “Open up them boxes, I’m starving.”
The spread was impressive.Ross had tried to impress her. Two entire racks of ribs slathered in a sweet and spicy barbecue.Spicy-spicy,just the way she liked it. Cornbread, crab cakes, sweet potato pie, collard greens, macaroni, butter beans, roast chicken and two slices of chocolate cake Ross immediately put into the fridge. “They’re better ice cold,” he told her.
