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“Autistic,” Mikell said.<br />
Toni gasped softly. “You know!”<br />
“Toni. I am a teacher, remember. An art teacher.”<br />
Toni chuckled, shaking her head. “Of course.” She looked past Mikell at her son. “Lately he’s<br />
been non-communicative. That’s something new—this silent phase he’s going through. It’s been<br />
driving me crazy. Knowing that he can talk—but doesn’t.” Toni stared at her son and sighed. “He<br />
looks so normal, doesn’t he? I know he’s in there…somewhere. It’s like a game of hide and seek. It’s<br />
just that, right now, he’s found a good hiding place. He’s going to look through his book for a while.<br />
It’s from his school and is very good. Later, I’ll need to sit with him and read it with him. Okay?”<br />
Mikell nodded. “Okay.”<br />
Okay! Just like that, Toni thought. Okay! No rolling of the eyes, no strange stares like someone<br />
watching a freak show. Just ‘okay’. She searched his eyes to try to find out his game. Didn’t all men<br />
have a game? His eyes were direct and attentive. They made her feel guilty.<br />
“I have to see about the food,” she said softly.<br />
Mikell’s eyes lit up. “May I watch? I’ve never seen anyone prepare soul food.”<br />
“Okay, but one warning,” she waved a finger at him. “I may be college educated but I’m a true<br />
G.R.I.T.S.”<br />
“True what?”<br />
“G.R.I.T.S.! Girl Raised In The South,” she smiled. The kitchen belongs to me. Stay out of my<br />
way.”<br />
“Yes, ma’am.” Mikell saluted. He folded his arms and leaned against the kitchen doorway as Toni<br />
removed bowls from the oven, turned the fire low on some pots and higher on others. Each time she<br />
raised a lid on a pot Mikell nearly swooned.<br />
“Ich bin hungrig. Wenn vir gehend essen sind?” he said, rubbing his stomach.<br />
Toni waved a big wooden spoon at Mikell.<br />
“Uh, uhhh! This is America, buddy. We speak English here. What did you just say?”<br />
Mikell laughed. “I said, I am hungry. When are we going to eat?”<br />
“Soon. Everything’s almost done. How’s Jordan doing?” She peeped around Mikell and her eyes<br />
widened. She pulled on his arms and whispered. “Look!”<br />
Jordan had placed his book on the seat beside him, and was standing over the coffee table<br />
inspecting Mikell’s sketches. He went from one to the other with his hands clasped behind his back<br />
like a rich art patron preparing to make his next purchase.<br />
* * *<br />
They all sat in the small dining area with bay windows that looked out upon Toni’s palmetto trees<br />
and bushy vines of muscadine grapes. Mikell waited for Jordan to take a seat so that he didn’t<br />
interfere with his pattern. Toni sat facing Mikell with Jordan facing the both of them. She smiled as<br />
Mikell grunted and moaned between every spoonful of rice and beans and collard greens and yams<br />
and macaroni and fried fish.<br />
“What’s wrong?” he managed to say between mouthfuls.<br />
She shook her head. “Nothing. It’s just that, sometimes it’s hard to believe that you are from