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272 pages, Paperback
First published June 4, 2019
“I wondered if all daughters fought with their mothers this way when they grew up.”
I would like to thank my agent, Amy Tompkins, for taking a chance on an unknown writer with a short story collection (not a novel!), and for being my champion.O.K.—have it your way. It sure seemed like a novel to me, though, and because I'm not a fan of short stories, I wouldn't have picked it up had I thought that's what it was!
“This likkle girl here, she love the plantain, yuh know,” she tells Sister Bernice. “It nah Christmas food but mi cook it on Christmas for her. I bring she back to Hanover last year for my niece's wedding, must've been Kara's second visit to Jamaicar. Nothing troubled her when she visit the first time but last year? Lawd. She had a sickness inna her belly that make she chrow up. Only thing she could keep down was plantain and she nah want Bredda's wife plantain, she only want fi eat what mi fry.”
I could tell she knew I was lying but she didn't ask me any more questions, she only turned the volume back up on the TV. She had to know what I'd only just now discovered: that peace could only exist in this family when we lied about everything, at least to each other.