Sadie Harrison had already completed her cleaning chores at Stone’s Tudor when he returned home from his errands and s*x romp with Cameron Phillips. A vacuum sat in the middle of the living room floor, and Stone could smell Pledge on the maple end tables, proving that she had already dusted or was in the process of dusting. He found her in the dining room, dusting off the chandelier above the table that sat six comfortably. The woman looked top-heavy and always wobbly, destined to someday fall over, particularly now while reaching forward and upwards with a five-foot feather duster, stretching every muscle in her overweight body.
Sadie was the strongest black woman Stone had ever known, always a supporter of the local Black Rights Legion, a foundation that protected African-American men a
