Her exploits were the stuff of community legend: she’d been known as a holy terror since kindergarten. In a family full of tall, beautifully mannered, brilliant sons with magnificent wives, Angelique was the only female and the oddball the “mean” Deveraux with the nasty temper and few redeeming social graces, and, of course, no husband or children. She’d have felt awkward in any case as she was the proverbial black sheep of the Deveraux clan, but the fact that she’d been living in Detroit for six months made her feel even more like a stranger in her own family. Everything there was warm and wonderful with the sounds and smells of Christmas, and Angelique had never felt less like celebrating. And she was also taking her own sweet time because she didn’t want to go back to her mother’s house just yet. But she was very familiar with the area she knew it like the back of her hand and it felt safe. She drove like a little old lady because she was only truly comfortable in her own car, a Saab. May this holiday season be your very best.Īngelique Deveraux drove slowly through the familiar streets of her parents’ neighborhood in Atlanta.
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