I thank my siblings, who are my closest allies, for their priceless love and support.
And to many dear relatives and friends, I am proud to share your love. Alone we are
weak, but together we rule the world. ***
(Misuse of the English language associated with the characters in this story is intentional. It
is a depiction of the time, place and people involved.)
HOT DOGS ON SATURDAY
1960, Tennessee
“Auntie Momma! Auntie Momma!” Bernice dashed through the front door of the small frame
house, panting and crying hysterically. Her pale green dress was soaked in perspiration on
that hot Tennessee afternoon. A thin layer of rich red dirt clung to her bare feet and parts of
Bernice had run nearly a half mile from the dry goods store up town on Bolivar Street. Sweat
poured down her sun-burnt face as she raced from room to room near hysteria, tracking dirt
on the spotless wooden floors. Her long black hair fell heavily down her back, wet strands
clung to her neck and face. She found Mary out in the back yard
