An old man sits on the cement stoop of the storefront while Fred strums the strings of his guitar with the tips of his still nimble fingers at the end of his song he passes his hat, saying 'You don't have to be Rockefeller to help a fella...' Meanwhile some other brother from the kingdom of heaven and earth hands me a flyer like I'm really interested in the final call
Sisters wearing majestic robes offer me dark wood statues oiled with sweet perfume in this loud market their incense competes with the musky smell of sizzling barbecued meat these women tie their hair with bright printed cloth yet it is the girls with more than braids on their heads barely out from mamma's apron that remind me of the bygone time when I wasn't just visiting
A Whittenberg is a Philadelphia native who has a global perspective. If she wasn’t an author she’d be a private detective or a jazz singer. She loves reading about history and true crime. Her other novels include Sweet Thang, Hollywood and Maine, Life is Fine, Tutored and The Sane Asylum.