Jabari Asim

Fool had ten thousand acres but needed my ass to make it complete. He rubbed me like a good luck charm and I poisoned his pancakes. Had him under my spell for a harvest but Miss Martha was a witch from way back. She put a conjure on me wild and white as a Mount Vernon ...

Jemima jawing at me in the dark, the box of mix thumping and jumping on the table in tune to her swiveling hips, setting my dream kitchen aglow with a grin as bright as Jeanne Crain’s pinky ring. I don’t want to hear anything she’s got to say. I know she’s no good, ...