“No hanky-panky between you and Reggie. You don’t go in his room, and he won’t be comin’ in yours. You can be friends, and that’s all. Understand what I mean?”
Della blushed. “Yes, ma’am. Does Reggie have any brothers or sisters?”
“Not really.” Winnie’s lips pursed, and she turned away from Della. “Let’s get home.”
“Not really?” What kind of an answer is that? Della didn’t dare ask. She looked out the window as they passed the school, rounded the corner, drove four blocks, and turned onto Grant Street. “That house used to belong to my Aunt Marie.” She pointed. “My friend Chris and her husband bought it. I want to visit them sometime.”
“Okay.” Winnie’s face was still flustered.
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