Desperate... But Not Serious
July 11, 1986 Maggie parked in her usual spot at club nightwear. She was wearing her outfit under a raincoat. As she approached the door, Marcus spotted her. “Mags! How are you, chère?” Maggie held up a large bag. “Rice, red beans and rice, collards, and shrimp etouffee.” “No!” Marcus took the bag, set it on a stool, and picked Maggie up in a bear hug. “Chère, you spoil Marcus.” “Not just you, Cajun. There is plenty for y...