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Welcome To the Bayou

Visiting the New Neighbors

“Yeah, hello?” Keisha said, shading her eyes against the morning light. Then she blinked. One of the prettiest men she’d seen in a long time was standing on her front boardwalk, one brown fist raised toward the rusty old door-knocker. …

Laissez Bon Temps Rouler


“Yes, cher? Straight up?” Lucida finishes pouring the coke and rum in her left hand, sweeps up the cash, makes change, and hands over the napkin-wrapped plastic cup. Right hand is busy pulling down the bourbon. This crowd, there’s a …