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most black men, I liked a big ass. As far as I was concerned, my girl had it goin’ on. Not just in the looks department, either. Her shit was together in all aspects of life. She was going to school to be a nurse, working at Wal-Mart to help pay the bills, was a great mother to her daughter. And she showed me all kinds of love. She was a great woman and I loved her for that. That’s why I wanted to make her my wife.
    “Travis, would you mind blessin’ the food?” Big Momma set the steaming tray of greens down on the table and took her seat. A big, heavyset old woman, Big Momma was the head of Stephanie’s family and had an opinion about everyone and everything. She was the kind of woman you did not want on your bad side. And since Stephanie had gotten pregnant and we weren’t married, guess where I was. But that was about to change.
    “Sure, Big Momma, I’ll bless the food.” I looked over at Stephanie’s Uncle Mark, who was staring at Big Momma. For as long as I’d known Stephanie, Mark had been blessing the Thanksgiving table. And from what she told me, he’d been doing it ever since his father died twenty years ago. So I know he wasn’t too pleased with Big Momma asking me to bless the food.
    “Momma, why he gonna bless—”
    Big Momma cut Mark off with a quickness.
    “’Cause I said so. That’s why. Now, bow your heads, so we can give the Lord thanks.” Like everyone in this family, Mark obeyed Big Momma. He lowered his head so she couldn’t see his scowl. “Now, Travis, you bless the food. It’s Thanksgiving, and we hungry.”
    I bowed my head and took a deep breath before beginning my prayer. I made it short, sweet, and to the point, and ended it with a chorus of amens. When I lifted my head I tried to smile at the fifteen adults and five children sitting at three tables reaching for food, but it was hard. I was about to make the most important speech of my life. I tapped my spoon against my glass to get everyone’s attention. They all turned toward me like I’d lost my mind. All except for Big Momma, who’d been expecting my announcement.
    “I know y’all hungry, but before we eat I’d like to say something important.” I stood and ignored the grumbling among some of the hungrier people at the tables. “Unofficially, I’ve been a part of this family for three years. Y’all been more of a family to me than my own down in Georgia. So I wanted you all to be here when I did this.” I turned to Stephanie and took her hand. With my other hand I reached into my pocket and slowly knelt down on one knee.
    “Stephanie, I love you more than anything in the world and I want you to be my wife. Will you marry me?” You should have seen the look on her face when I took out the half-catat diamond ring from my pocket.
    “Oh, my God.” She looked over at Big Momma, who was smiling and nodding. “Yes, yes, Travis, I’ll marry you.” I slid the ring on her finger and we both stood to embrace. Stephanie wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me to the sounds of a few family members applauding, the others grabbing for their Thanksgiving feast.

3
     
    Dylan
     
    I was so full, I thought I was going to burst. I unhooked my belt buckle to give my stomach some room to breathe as I drove down River Road, back to my house in Petersburg. My girlfriend, Monica, and I had just left her parents’ place in Chesterfield County, Virginia, where her mother had put together one hell of a Thanksgiving feast. Turkey, ham, candied yams, collard greens. You name it, we ate it. Mmm-mtnm, it was some kinda good.
    I looked at Monica in the passenger seat. She was staring into space, no doubt still upset about the argument we’d had at her folks’ house. Even angry she was a beautiful woman. At five foot nine, Monica was a good two inches taller than me. Her body was slender with long, sexy legs, and beautiful curves in all the right places. Big, dark-brown eyes highlighted her smooth mahogany complexion. As far as