She gave thanks for the grace that pours down when you least expect it-and wasn’t that just another name for love?

No, Mama. The sweetest hallelujah will be when Billie can walk in the front door of any place she pleases, and nobody will tell her she doesn’t belong.

They walked off down the hall in the direction of a sign that said Colored Waiting Room. Billie guessed white folks didn’t have to wait.