by Dana Crum
This story was published in Gumbo: An Anthology of African American Writing in 2002 and in 64 Magazine in 2000.
I'm sitting on the steps of the porch, looking over at the houses across the street. Old people is out on their porches too, rocking in rocking chairs, fanning theyselves to keep cool. Every now and then one of 'em call across the street to somebody and ask how they doing. Them crickets done just started up their racket, and I'm thinking about what I did at church earlier today. That's when my grandma call me.
"An-DRE!" she say, her voice getting high at the end.
I put them quarters back in my pocket real fast like and look over my shoulder. "Mam?"