Bobby puzzled his found family at 17 St. Phillip Street.
They loved the person they saw in him, and each saw someone different.
To Paul, Bobby was raw talent; a white trash Rimbaud from the housing projects of Charleston.
To Maurice he was a brother who accepted Maurice as a sister.
To Steve, he was freedom; Bobby was so incidentally gay that everyone, including Bobby, forgot about it.
To Miss Jennie he was a favorite grandson.
Everyone who met Bobby fell a little in love with him; women and men.
The straightest men always wound up chasing Bobby.
It’s as if they saw the most beautiful girl in the world when they looked at him.
Bobby strolled into the kitchen.
“Umm…somethin’ smells good!”
Miss Jennie took a knife to a chunk of fat back and tossed a slice into the black-eyed peas.
“Nestor’s gonna show me how to vacuum tomorrow.”
Miss Jennie floured and peppered a tray of pork chops.
She knew it was hopeless but she had to try.
She turned and shook her spatula at Bobby: “I know you’re workin’ on Nestor Bobby! Leave his pecker in his pants an’ wax them floors!”
“I ain’t trash, Miss Jenny!”
“Yes you are–now wash up for supper.”
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