You Know Better by P-HarpercollinsPubl

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As the tiny town of Mulberry, Georgia, celebrates its spring Peach Blossom Festival, things are far from peachy for three generations of Pines women.Eighteen-year-old LaShawndra, who wants nothing more out of life than to dance in a music video, has messed up again -- but this time she isn't sticking around to hear about it. Not that her mother seems to care: Sandra is too busy working on her career and romancing a local minister to notice. It's LaShawndra's grandmother Lily Paine Pines who is out scouring the streets at midnight looking for her granddaughter. But Lily discovers she is not alone. A ghost of a well-known Mulberry pioneer is coming out of the shadows.Over the course of one weekend, these three disparate women, guided by the wisdom of three unexpected spirits, will learn to face the pain of their lives and discover that with reconciliation comes the healing they all desperately seek. You Know Better brilliantly portrays the fissures in modern African American family life to reveal the indestructible soul that bonds us all.

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									You Know Better
Author: Tina McElroy Ansa
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As the tiny town of Mulberry, Georgia, celebrates its spring Peach Blossom Festival, things are far from
peachy for three generations of Pines women.Eighteen-year-old LaShawndra, who wants nothing more
out of life than to dance in a music video, has messed up again -- but this time she isn't sticking around
to hear about it. Not that her mother seems to care: Sandra is too busy working on her career and
romancing a local minister to notice. It's LaShawndra's grandmother Lily Paine Pines who is out scouring
the streets at midnight looking for her granddaughter. But Lily discovers she is not alone. A ghost of a
well-known Mulberry pioneer is coming out of the shadows.Over the course of one weekend, these three
disparate women, guided by the wisdom of three unexpected spirits, will learn to face the pain of their
lives and discover that with reconciliation comes the healing they all desperately seek. You Know Better
brilliantly portrays the fissures in modern African American family life to reveal the indestructible soul that
bonds us all.
Excerpt

"Miss Moses?! Is that you? Good God, I thought you were dead!"They were the first words that I spoke to
that dear old lady. And I did not merely speak them. I shouted them -- from across the street -- out the
window of my automobile.Can you believe it? That was the first thing out of my mouth: "I thought you
were dead!" It was so unlike me. But then again, as my little granddaughter and her contemporaries say,
"I was stressed!"I rolled down the window and shouted it all the way across the street right out of the car.
Of course, I was mortified. I was beyond mortified. I had spent my entire life conducting myself in an
exemplaryfashion. Any deviation from that role disturbed me.In my embarrassment over that coarse slip, I
almost forgot for a moment that I was out after midnight on a Saturday morning scouting around the
streets of Mulberry, Georgia, looking for my almost, nineteen-year-old granddaughter, LaShawndra, my
only grandchild.That was the reason I was in what used to be downtown Mulberry, outside the local
nightspot called The Club, located on the corner of Broadway and Cherry Street, looking for LaShawndra
even though I knew the establishment had closed at midnight, nearly an hour before. If LaShawndra had
gone there, I figured I might still be able to catch her little butt hanging around outside looking for a
ride.But the only little figure I saw on the corner of Broadway and Cherry Street that dark early morning
was that of old Miss Moses, Mulberry's pioneering educator. Georgia.The clouds chose just that moment
to shift in the sky, exposing a moon directly over her head that was split right down the middle, like half a
pie.Seeing that old blind lady in the middle of downtown Mulberry at almost one o'clock in the morning
more than shocked me.At first I almost thought I was having a flashback from some bad drugs I took
back in the sixties.I couldn't help myself. I was stunned to see Miss Moses standing right under one of
those high-crime, high-intensity streetlamps with an umbrella hanging over her arm -- proudly -- as if she
were fully prepared for anything. I lowered the window on the passenger's side and yelled across the seat,
almost expecting her to vanish before my eyes. But I knew I was seeing the old woman's face clearly.
There was no mistake about it. It was Miss Moses.The first reason I was so surprised to see Miss
Moses, even in the midst of this crisis with my granddaughter, LaShawndra -- besides the fact that it was
nearly one o'clock in the morning -- was that Miss Moses was all by herself. And I couldn't believe that
Miss Moses was the kind of elderly blind person who went off on a jaunt by herself.I knew a blind
masseur I would go to sometimes. Extraordinary man. He told me that as a teenager he regularly jumped
the fence of the Mulberry School for the Blind and ventured out at night to buy beer for his dormitory
cohorts at the corner 7-eleven. Imagine the nerve that took.But I could not imagine Miss Moses jumping
any fences at night to come out to The Club. My God, she had to have been ninety-five if she was a
day.Miss Moses looked like a dainty little wrinkled urban poppy growing up through a crack in the middle
of all that weathered concrete. And between the bright streetlight she was standing under and my
increasing farsightedness -- you know I can see farther off now that I can close up -- I could see her just
as clear as day. She was dressed in this red and purple flowered voile dress that nearly came down to
her ankles. And it had a high...
Author Bio
Tina McElroy Ansa
TINA MCELROY ANSA is the author of the novels Baby of the Family, Ugly Ways, and The Hand I Fan
With. An avid gardener, birder, and amateur naturalist, she is married to Jonée Ansa, a filmmaker. They 
reside on St. Simons Island, Georgia.

								
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