Every morning she’d refill her feeders, and spend her afternoons tending to the green growing things.Unlike Dolores, who was always dressed and groomed impeccably—even I had to admit—Aunt Ruth’s style was pure happenstance. Good pita was one, even if it was just store-bought, and kibbeh was another.“It’s a ground meat and bulgur wheat thing,” Will explained. Gay sex She said that when he was born, his hair was so dark and curly the Black nurse at the hospital said he looked more like one of hers.Dolores tightened her face as the story was told, but eased up a bit. That’s what everyone else does!”Like Dolores, she was a widow. Instead, she had me: a tall, lanky man, with divorced, lower-class parents, at turns too clever, too sarcastic, and sometimes too easily hurt for my own good.Given my start, I thought I’d done well, professionally and personally. “You need it more than me. “I was sorry I couldn’t be there more, to help out.”Will had intimated that she’d been more than just a hard mother. Why didn’t you just wear a bomb vest?”He buried his face in his hands, and everyone laughed — including Aunt Ruth, who swung her legs back and forth in her seat. I picked up bits of stories all around the
