her eyes off the bright cereal boxes, with pictures of the prizes inside. Maybe this time Mommy would have enough for the cereal with the rabbit on the box.
CHAPTER TWO
Present Day
Buffalo, New York
WILL PULLED the vibrating cell phone out of his pocket. He cast a quick glance at his watch. He had plenty of time before his flight left Buffalo International for L.A.
“Hi, Angie. What’s going on with my favorite daughter?”
“Hey, Daddy.” He visualized Angie rolling her eyes as she grinned wryly, the way she always did when he referred to her as his “favorite daughter.” She was his only daughter, and he never got tired of yanking her chain, even if she was thirty-five and he was fifty-nine.
“Is this a bad time?”
“No.” He shoved his papers into his briefcase. “I’m getting ready to leave on a trip. Your mom beat me out the door today—she’s got a lot to do.”
“I know, and I’m thrilled for her.” A pause, not usual for his loquacious daughter. “I need to talk to you, Dad.”
Uh-oh. It was a serious, adult-Angie topic.
“Shoot.”
“I’m going to talk to Mom later today.” He heard her voice tremble, and wondered what the deal was.
“Okay.” He silently braced himself.
“Jesse doesn’t know I want to stay here permanently. We’re…having some problems, Dad.”
“What?” The cogs clicked. He’d thought it odd that they hadn’t purchased a home when Angie landed a job with the local weather station; he’d also wondered why they hadn’t mentioned the specific job Jesse, a gifted neurosurgeon, would take here in Buffalo.
The biggest clue he’d overlooked was the fact that Angie had rented an apartment. She’d said that she and Jesse would “find a house later.”
“No. Yes, well, partly.” Evasiveness wasn’t a typical trait of Angie’s and her behavior wasn’t doing much to ease his concern.
“Just spit it out, Angie.”
“I’m not sure we’re going to make it, Dad.”
Will waited, holding his breath.
“Jesse’s great. It’s nothing he’s done but sometimes it’s really hard, with the two careers and everything.”
“You two have always worked it out before, Angie. I’m confident this won’t be any different.” Will knew his words sounded too businesslike but he also knew that if he pushed Angie too hard, she’d clam up and not ask for help when she really needed it. Besides, Angie was meeting with Debra later today. Angie would give Deb the details, and Deb would share them with Will.
“Thanks, Dad. Did you and Mom ever have problems like this?”
“Honey bunny, I don’t know what particular problems you’re having, but, yes, we’ve had our ups and downs. Every marriage does. We were blessed with a strong love early on. But when we decided to give it a run, well, we’ve told you kids what we went through.”
“I know, Dad.” Of the three kids, Angie had taken the brunt of the racism and prejudice faced by their young family. But that was more than thirty years ago. Angie had grown into an intelligent, beautiful woman with a mind of her own.
“If you want me, I’ll come over later this week, when I’m back from my trip, sweetheart.” He’d helped her unpack a few days earlier, and hung some pictures on the walls of her tiny apartment.
“No, that’s okay, Dad. With the weather this time of year, there’s no telling when I’ll get home at night.”
“It is Buffalo in February.” He was grateful for the heated interior of his SUV.
“Talk to you later, Dad.” She paused. “Dad? Thanks for being here for me, not just today, but all the time.”
“I’m honored to be here for you, Angie.”
And he was. Nothing made Will prouder than his family.
December 1958
Buffalo, New York
“ARE YOU SURE it’s okay for us to come in here?”
Debra’s bottom was still sore from the spanking she got from Mommy last night. She and Will had been in the woods, out of sight of the front office. Mommy had been scared when she couldn’t see Debra.
The spanking wasn’t that bad, not as hard as Daddy’s were with the belt when he’d been drinking. But the sharp sting of Mommy’s hand told her she wasn’t ever to do that again.
Or at least not to let Mommy know she was playing in the woods with Will. Every so often, Debra circled back to the swing set in the grassy area behind the office building. That way, if Mommy looked out the window she’d see her.
“Shh, we’re fine. Your mother has another couple hours of work. Didn’t you see all those folks in the waiting room?”
Will always had the answers, and Debra trusted him. He was the big brother she wished she had. Her rag doll that Aunt Jenna made her was okay, but it wasn’t Will. She loved her doll but it was still scary in the dark corners of her room.
She followed Will’s steps up the winding path that went so far she couldn’t see the end. They walked through the woods behind the playground for a long, long time.
“Will, I’m not sure ’bout this. It’s gonna get dark soon.”
Their breath formed crystal balloons in front of their faces, and the ground crackled with early winter frost. In two weeks it would be Christmas.
“Just another little bit, Deb, and we’ll be there.”
She liked how he called her “Deb” instead of “Debra.” It made her feel smart and more like a big girl.
“Okay, Will.” She shuffled her red rubber boots through some blackened leaves and kept up with him.
Will was right. In a few minutes they came out of the woods and onto a huge lawn. Even with the onset of winter, it was the greenest grass Debra had ever seen. Looming over them was a giant house.
“Will, is that a castle?” she whispered, afraid her outdoor voice would ruin the vision.
Will laughed. She liked how he laughed. It was like a giggle with no end, and his white teeth were so bright against his skin.
“That’s no castle, Deb, that’s my house. C’mon, let’s go inside.”
But her feet didn’t want to move. Mommy wouldn’t be happy that she’d gone inside Dr. Bradley’s house. He was Mommy’s boss. And Will’s family was Colored. Debra was pretty sure she wasn’t supposed to go into a Colored person’s house.
Will turned back when he got to the front door, and from the distance she saw his scowl.
“Aww, Deb, let’s go! It’s cold out here. Don’t you want a snack?”
Debra’s stomach growled when he said “snack.” It was always such a long time until supper.
“I’m comin’. Just wait.” She hurried toward him, her boots crunching on the frost-tipped lawn.
She reached his side and Will grinned at her.
“What?” She held out her mittened hands. Was he going to make fun of her freckles like the other boys did?
“You look like a fairy princess, Deb. Just pretend this is your castle.”
“Okay, Will.”
He opened the door and Debra followed close behind. She didn’t want to