AjaChapter 11
Jason sat at the kitchen table beside Aja. In the center of the table was a covered Dutch oven, serving bowls and a basket covered with a cloth napkin. “We wait until Uncle O says grace before we touch anything,” Aja whispered to him. “I know the protocol for Sunday dinner,” he whispered in reply. Phyllis stepped in. “Jason -- would you like some iced tea?” “Yes, please.” From her refrigerator she took a large glass pitcher and filled a tall glass from it. “Aja?” “Please,...