Jamal dished out some of his Mama's homemade apple pie and passed the plates around to his younger siblings, as well as to the adult family members in attendance. His mother made a big deal out of these family lunches on Sundays after church, but other than requiring his presence for that one time during the week, his mother basically stayed out of his face, and out of his business, for which Jamal was eternally grateful. He couldn't begin to count the meals he'd missed, or the nights he'd arrived home late, or not at all, when he'd been out tom-cattin' around, looking for some needy white pussy to stuff...