As the crowd thinned, I spotted Rowena coming out of the building. She was with Bernadette again, doing her best to get away.
I nudged Jake. “Call out Hey, Rowena and wave,” I said.
He did what I asked without question, giving her a big grin and a hearty wave. Surprised, she took the cue and excused herself from Bernie’s less than congenial company. Making her way over to the food truck, she grinned up at us.
“Hey, y’all! How you doing, sugar?” she said to Jake.
“You ain’t from around here,” he replied, laying on his own luscious drawl.
“No, baby, I’m from Mizzippi.”
I watched Bernie glower and fade into the background, her dark eyes blazing as she watched the interchange between Jake and Rowena.
“Pass Christian,” she added with a grin. “You ain’t from around here, neither!”
Jake laughed loudly. It was the most comfortable sound he’s ever made. “Nope, true enough. I’m from around Natchez.”
“How’d you end up here?” she asked.
“Was gonna ask the same thing.”
“I go where they send me.”
“Me too.” He nodded, shuffling his feet.
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