"You already know that Jennie makes the BEST cream pie, don't you Malcolm?" dad replied.I didn't know if he was doing that on purpose or not, but most...likely he did. Was he putting on a show?We watched some TV together after dinner. We watched one of mom's favorite shows, Sanford and Son."I love this show. I only wish that they had an interracial couple on it. That would change people's minds." she told Malcolm.As if on cue, Malcolm asked how Denise was doing. Wow, with what I knew, that. The joint was so cliché. I felt like I should start looking for Jack Webb or Broderick Crawford to come in. What I did do was go to sleep.I know I was a disappointment to the folks on the other side of the mirror. I wasn’t playing the game right. One of the methods of interrogation I had learned was to deprive the interviewee of time. Remove watches and clocks. Use a windowless room so that day and night can’t be determined. For long term interrogations, sleep deprivation, nonstandard meal. "Cleanup the kitchen and meet me in my sewing room," granny orderedme when I finished eating as she arose and left the kitchen."So now I am their slave," I thought as I cleared the table and beganfiguring out what I would do.I washed and dried the dishes, wiped down the table and the counters.When I was satisfied I had done all she wanted I joined granny in her"sewing" room."Have a seat Charlotte!" she said pointing to the love seat.I sat down as directed and awaited further instructions."Your. You always struck me as a good friend and I often wondered why she wasted her time with Robbie when she could have a better sort of man.“Despite your sins, you’re essentially that better man. You could be even better, but that’s between you and God. Truth be told, I never much liked Robbie, anyway. Welcome to the family, son,” Clark Maxwell shook my hand and even clapped me on the back a little like his own son.“Sam, thank you, seriously. You gave me real hope for both of my daughters. If.