Abe answered the door as she re-entered the house from the side patio and was met with more O’Connors than she cared to meet. Front and center stood a short woman with reddish brown hair. Their eyes met and Belinda knew she was the matriarch of the family. Perhaps it was the stubborn tilt of her chin or the banked fire in her eyes, but Belinda knew she needed to be on her toes with this one. There was another black female with a warm smile who stood next to a similar version of Blaine and Donald. Then there was another male talking softly to Abe, who had to be the infamous Uncle Red. “Hey,” she said, her normal greeting as she walked forward. “Lindy, this is my mom, Allie O’Connor,” Donald said as he pointed to the petite woman. “This is my sister-in-law, Veronique and my brother, Frank.” He pointed to the mixed couple. “And this is my youngest brother, we call him Red, but his name is Benjamin.” He pointed to the one talking to Abe. “He lives here in town and the cook-out was going to be at his house.”
