11: Cold As Ice Epilogue It’s a typical quiet Sunday afternoon at Mama’s house. I’m glad she was in the mood to cook today because I can use a home-cooked meal. My mom’s paying for some of my groceries, but nothing compares to what my grandmother can whip up. Mama covers the pot of greens and lowers the fire underneath to let them simmer. The house stinks something good, as my mom would say. Even if greens don’t give off the best scent, their smell still makes my mouth water. “Jayd, go ahead and start the cornbread for me, please.” I take the carton of eggs and milk out of the refrigerator before retrieving the rest of the ingredients from the cupboard. You can’t eat greens without a sweet batch of Mama’s buttermilk cornbread. It’s just not natural. I came over after work so Mama could see for herself that I’m doing just fine, even after last night’s encounter with Rah and Sandy. Like Mickey, that girl is hell-bent on disaster. “Do you want me to season the chicken when I’m done?”
