Sylvester Stephens books

Butterfly

Forrester, Dr. Forrester’s father, who I referred to as Pa-Pa, came in at 4:30 in the morning banging on a pan. It suddenly dawned on me where Ms. Alicia had gotten that method. I got up, showered, and then met him outside. He had a paint bucket and paintbrushes. “What are we doing out here, Pa-P...