Lisa's Soul Food Novels & Stories

She left my office, and as the door closed, I looked up at the ceiling and muttered, “God, this isn’t going to go well. But I’ll try. He’s my brother, and I love him. But damn, I already know this is going to be messy.” Later that evening, we pulled up to a small soul food restaurant near the house. It wasn’t fancy, but it was damn good, especially their short ribs. Sienna knew me too well. She ordered short ribs, four-cheese macaroni, turnip and collard greens, candied yams, blueberry cornbread, honey cornbread, the works. The smell alone was enough to make my stomach growl. The guy behind the counter laughed when he saw how much food I was carrying. “Having a party tonight?”