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the dance school’s locker room, Ophelia looked in the mirror and could see that her body was as tight as thatAfrican drum! Her reflection revealed a woman fifteen years her junior. No one would have guessed that ten years ago, at three hundred and twenty-five pounds, she could have easily fit into a size twenty-four. Even at five feet and ten inches, that was packing quite a load.
    She thought about her poor late husband. Pops never met a bucket of fried chicken or smothered pork chops that he could walk away from. He loved sitting on his four hundred pound ass and when he conducted business for his successful architectural firm, he rarely left his desk.
    That’s where she found him dead two years ago after a massive heart attack. It took her a long time to get over him leaving her like that. If he had only listened when she begged him to shed the weight and adopt a healthier lifestyle. She was a nurse, after all. She knew what she was talking about.
    Pops was a good man though. The best man. Together they had raised three boys. Three men now. Tarik and Carlos were successfully running their record company. Their youngest, Jonathan, was on a clear path toward academic success and basketball fame. She wished Pops had hung around longer to see the fruits of their labor.
    After taking a quick shower, Ophelia rushed home to prepare a big welcome-home dinner. Tonight her boys were coming to celebrate Jonathan’s return from prep school.
    Tarik and his family were the first to arrive. His wife, Sherry, led the way, carrying a macaroni and cheese casserole. She set it down on the kitchen counter and gave Ophelia a warm hug.
    “Mama Ophelia, I followed your directions. I didn’t put as much butter or cheese, like I did the last time, even though I know it won’t taste as good. But I did what you said.”
    Ophelia liked her daughter-in-law. She was a tough, sharp-talking straight shooter that was strong enough to handle Tarik and keep him in line. She also knew it wasn’t easy for Sherry to change her favorite recipe, so she complimented her and said, “Good. Good, and I’m telling you, it’ll be just as delicious.”
    A four-year-old speeding bullet named Javon ran smack into his grandmother’s arms. She lifted him up in one swoop and hugged him. “And how’s Grandma’s baby doing?”
    “I lost my tooth in the car and Poppi said you knew this fairy, and…”
    Ophelia kissed the grandson who had stolen her heart the first time Tarik had introduced him to the family over two years ago.
    Whispering in his ears, she promised, “Javon, after dinner, I’ll get in contact with my buddy.” She winked at him and added, “The Tooth Fairy and I are good friends.”
    Javon smiled; he knew she wouldn’t disappoint him. He had Mama Ophelia twisted all around his little brown finger.
    “Hi, Ma. How’s my best girl doing today?” Tarik gave Ophelia a quick peck on her cheek, and headed directly for the refrigerator. He opened the door and dug around, rummaging for food. He pulled out a roasted chicken leg and happily announced, “This’ll hold me ’til dinner.”
    She looked at her fine son as he devoured the meat. She trembled when it hit her.
My God! He looks just like…just like…Eli,
she thought. She had never realized how much Tarik resembled her first husband. It was those dreadlocks he had started growing a year ago. They were now covering his head, just like Eli’s had.
    “Ma, what’s wrong? If you want me to put the chicken back in the fridge…”
    “No…no…eat…eat…don’t mind me…I had a…had a senior moment.”
    Now that she allowed herself to think about Eli, she had to confess that Tarik shared more than his looks. Like Eli, Tarik was artistic, spiritual, peaceful; a gentle soul. Pops, before he reached four hundred pounds, had tried to “toughen up” Tarik and had taken him hunting and fishing. But the boy had never taken to Pops’ ways.
    Tarik hated guns and violence of all kinds. They