old and handsome, but there were weeds in the flower beds and grass growing in the cracks of the driveway.
They entered through a side door, and the aroma from the kitchen hit Mark hard. He was suddenly starving. A small woman with gray hair in a tight ponytail and dark eyes met them and hugged Reggie.
“Momma Love, meet Mark Sway,” Reggie said, waving at him. He and Momma Love were exactly the same height, and she gently hugged him and pecked him on the cheek. He stood stiff, uncertain how to greet a strange eighty-year-old woman.
“Nice to meet you, Mark,” she said in his face. Her voice was strong and sounded much like Reggie’s. She took his arm and led him to the kitchen table. “Have a seat right here, and I’ll get you something to drink.”
Reggie grinned at him as if to say “Just do as she says because you have no choice.” She hung her um-
brella on a rack behind the door and laid her briefcase on the floor.
The kitchen was small and cluttered with cabinets and shelves along three walls. Steam rose from the gas stove. A wooden table with four chairs sat squarely in the center of the room with pots and pans hanging from a beam above it. The kitchen was warm and created instant hunger.
Mark took the nearest chair and watched Momma Love scoot around, grabbing a glass from the cabinet, opening the refrigerator, filling the glass with ice, pouring tea from a pitcher.
Reggie kicked off her shoes and •was stirring something in a pot on the stove. She and Momma Love chatted back and forth, the usual routine of how the day went and who’d called. A cat stopped at Mark’s chair and examined him.
“That’s Axle,” Momma Love said as she served the ice tea -with a cloth napkin. “She’s seventeen years old, and very gentle.”
Mark drank the tea and left Axle alone. He was not fond of cats.
“How’s your little brother?” Momma Love asked.
“He’s doing much better,” he said, and suddenly wondered how much Reggie had told her mother. Then he relaxed. If Clint knew very little, Momma Love probably knew even less. He took another sip. She -waited for a longer answer. “He started talking today.”
“That’s wonderful!” she exclaimed with a huge smile, and patted him on the shoulder.
Reggie poured her tea from a different pitcher, and doctored it with sweetener and lemon. She sat across from Mark at the table, and Axle jumped into
her lap. She sipped tea, rubbed trie cat, ana oegau slowly removing her jewelry. She was tired.
“Are you hungry?” Momma Love asked, suddenly darting around the kitchen, opening the oven, stirring the pot, closing a drawer.
“Yes ma’am.”
“It’s so nice to hear a young man with manners,” she said as she stopped for a second and smiled at him. “Most of Reggie’s kids have no manners. I haven’t heard a ‘yes ma’am’ in this house in years.” Then she was off again, wiping out a pan and placing it in the sink.
Reggie winked at him. “Mark’s been eating hospital food for three days, Momma Love, so he wants to know what you’re cooking.”
“It’s a surprise,” she said, opening the oven and releasing a thick aroma of meat and cheese and tomatoes. “But I think you’ll like it, Mark.”
He was certain he would like it. Reggie winked at him again as she twisted her head and removed a set of small diamond earrings. The pile of jewelry in front of her now included half a dozen bracelets, two -rings, a necklace, a watch, and the earrings. Axle was watching it too. Momma Love was suddenly hacking away with a large knife on a cutting board. She whirled around and laid a basket of bread, hot and buttery, in front of him. “I bake bread every Wednesday,” she said, patting his shoulder again, then off to the stove.
Mark grabbed the biggest slice and took a bite. It was soft and warm, unlike any bread he’d eaten. The butter and garlic melted instantly on his tongue.
“Momma Love is full-blooded Italian,” Reggie said, stroking Axle. “Both her parents were born in
Italy and immigrated to this country in 1902. I’m half Italian.”
“Who was Mr. Love?” Mark asked, chomping away, butter on his lips and fingers.
“A Memphis boy. They were married when she was sixteen—“
“Seventeen,” Momma Love corrected her without turning around.
Momma Love was now setting the table with plates and flatware. Reggie and her jewelry were in the •way, so she gathered it