On the drive over, while telling Cal who he could

expect to see, I said, “Steve Paulie owns the place, but I

can never remember if he’s my third cousin or a second

cousin once removed.”

Cal was puzzled. “How do you remove a cousin?”

“Removed just means a degree of separation,” I said.

“Look, R.W.’s your first cousin because his dad and

your dad are brothers, okay?”

He nodded.

“Now if R.W. had a child, he would be your first

cousin, once removed. But if he had a child and you

had a child, they would be second cousins. Got it?”

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“And if they had children, they would be third

cousins?”

“By George, ’e’s got it!” I said with an exaggerated

English accent.

“So what are Mary Pat and Jake to me?”

“Just good friends, I’m afraid, honey.”

No way was I going to try to untangle Kate’s rela-

tionship to her young ward. Enough to know they were

cousins even though Mary Pat now called her Mom.

Just as it was enough to know that the owner of Paulie’s

Barbecue House was related to me through one of

Daddy’s aunts.

Every Wednesday night, friends and relatives gather

there to eat supper and then do a little picking and singing

for an hour or so. It’s very informal. Some Wednesdays,

there aren’t enough to bother. Other times, there’ll be

twelve or fourteen of us. Before I married Dwight, I

would join them at least once a month for some good

fellowshipping as Haywood calls it, but this would be

the first time since New Year’s.

We ordered plates of barbecue—that wonderful east-

ern Carolina smoked pork, coarsely chopped and sea-

soned with vinegar and hot sauce. It’s always served

with coleslaw and spiced apples and a bottomless bas-

ket of crispy hushpuppies, and everything gets washed

down with pitchers of sweet iced tea.

“Want to split a side order of chicken livers?” I asked

Dwight and Cal.

You’d’ve thought I had offered them anchovies the

way they both turned up their noses, but Aunt Sister

was seated at the end of the long table and she called

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down to say, “I could eat one or two if you’re getting

them.”

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