The scent of Havana tobacco draped thick from the magnolia trees in the front yard. Ice cubes mingled and clinked against the sides of crystal tumblers. Patrick said hello to a group of men sitting on the veranda. I heard the pop of a champagne cork and laughter from inside.

“I didn’t agree with Cokie. It wasn’t just rich folks. Mother was soul broke, to…”

“Let me tell you something 'bout these rich Uptown folk," said Cokie. "They got …”

“Sometimes there is such beauty in awkwardness. There's love and emotion trying …”

“Have you ever wondered what a human life is worth? That morning, my brother's w…”