Love Like Gumbo cover art by Barbara Earl Thomas
Love Like Gumbo
Love Like Gumbo
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Excerpt from Love Like Gumbo
If she kept giving in to her family’s demands, Grace would never succeed in making a life for herself. The rules and rites of Creole society were too much for her. She refused to comb her hair more than once a day. She didn’t know how to sew. She was not fond of gossip and did not give or receive it well. She did not understand the concept of a secret. Grace was twenty, but she still didn’t know how to set the table for a family reunion—who to seat next to whom, where to put the left-handers and the babies. Nor did she understand how to make herself presentable for company, how to apply just enough shadow to make her eyes look bigger and just enough blush to make her skin look brighter, or how to love a Creole boy.
Grace had a lover. Her name was Elena. She was not a Creole boy. Grace couldn’t decide which was worse, the fact of her not being a boy or the fact of her not being a Creole. She was Mexican, which Grace considered to be close enough. Both groups were walk-on-your-knees-to-the-basilica people with shrines in their back yards. Elena’s family had kicked her out when they discovered she was marimacha, a discovery made with Grace in attendance. Now she lived in a large four-bedroom house on Normandie Avenue with three other fallen-away Catholics—a Lebanese-American nun who had converted to the Baha’i faith, a Korean Quaker, and an Irish atheist from Michigan who was very active in the John Brown Anti-Klan Society. Elena was planning to move out in February when the lease came up, and she had asked Grace to move in with her.
copyright Nancy Rawles, all rights reserved
Winner of the American Book Award from the Before Columbus Foundation