be a while. Once Jerome starts talking, or worse, signing autographs, thereâs no telling how long heâll be,â she said.
âEven when he should be hurrying,â Sherea said. âWeâre always late whenever weâre going almost anywhere.â
âJerome just has trouble saying no to people,â Nikkollette said.
âYou can say that again,â Sherea said.
âAnd his girls should be grateful for that,â Nikkollette said.
Sherea gave a coy smile.
âAll the girls have to do is smile and say âPlease Daddy,â and he just melts. The man is the biggest softy in the world. He gets that from his father,â Nikkollette said.
âFrom Sergeant Push-up?â I asked in shock.
âDonât let his act at the camp fool you. Heâs a strong man; he believes in discipline and working hard, but heâs just as soft, just as big a kid as his own kids.â She paused. âYouâll see more of that side tonight.â
âTonight?â Kia asked.
âHeâs joining us for dinner.â
âDinnerâ¦weâre not going to have to do push-ups if we have bad table manners, are we?â I asked.
Everybody laughed. Actually I hadnât meant that as a joke.
âNo push-ups, but you probably will have to play Scrabble with him or drive the go-carts,â Sherea said.
âI love go-carts!â I said.
âSo does Jerome. He owns five of them.â
âThatâs incredible,â Kia said.
âDo you have a track near here?â I asked.
âNot
near
here. Here,â Sherea said, pointing to the grounds.
What was she talking about? They couldnât possibly have a go-cart track right on the propertyâ¦could they?
âYou have a track, right here?â I asked in astonishment.
âItâs quite a nice track. With all the curves itâs about a half a mile long.â
I shook my head in disbelief.
âI couldnât imagine there would be many homes that feature their own go-cart track,â Nikkollette said.
âOr an official NBA-sized basketball court,â Sherea added.
âYouâre joking, right?â I asked.
âNo joke. Iâll show you both on the tour.â
âHow about if you start with the go-carts and track, and then you finish up in the house with the arcade?â Nikkollette suggested.
âArcade?â Kia asked.
âI told you. Jeromeâs just a big kid and big kids need lots of toys.â
âCome on,â Sherea said.
Kia and I trailed after her. GabbyâGabrielleâ was still holding onto her sisterâs hand.
The meal was almost finished. Actually it had seemed more like two meals than one. Mrs. Williamsâshe told us to call her Nikkolletteâ wasnât just a good cook, but she prepared lots and lots of good food. The table had been almost over-flowing with foodâplates and platters and bowls of chicken and fish, steak and salad, peas and corn on the cob, biscuits and dessert. Even more unbelievable than the quantity of food that had been set out was that most of it was gone! Maybe it was a combination of the food being good and all of us working up such an appetite in the gymJerome, Johnnie, Joshua and Mr. Williams were all big guys and they had cleaned their plates and gone back for seconds and even thirds. Not that I should talk. I was working on my third helping of the chicken.
âNow that weâve all topped off the tank,â Mr. Williams said, âwhoâs up for a little game of Scrabble?â
âScrabble would be fun,â I said. âBut I was hoping we could drive the go-carts.â
âRiding is fun. Racing is even more fun,â he said. âShall we have a mini-Indy?â
Jerome and Josh both yelled in agreement.
Johnnie was the official starter, and we were all strapped into our cartsâKia, Mr. Williams, Sherea, Josh and me. They were beautiful gocartsâall shiny and