"Mom, can you add a bit more? I feel like my stomach's completely empty of grease," Goldie Thorne said with a cheeky grin.
Eldest grandsons and youngest sons are an old woman's greatest treasures. Raina was not a particularly kind person; her sons, Felix and Frederick Thorne, had been raised under her strict thumb, and their feelings toward her were more fear than respect. Only Goldie Thorne dared to joke around with her like this.
"This much isn't enough for you? All you do is eat, you don't even work! If you don't show up for work tomorrow, I won't even give you sweet potatoes to eat!"
Raina glared at her youngest son, exasperated that he wouldn't live up to his potential. He was the most handsome of the three brothers, but also the laziest. A grown man of twenty-five and still couldn't find a wife—it was a disgrace to their ancestors.
