Well, today's scene isn't exactly in Tabor Heights -- but the people in it are coming to Tabor Heights:
"Is Great-Granny going to Heaven today, Daddy?" Sammy whispered. "Can we stay here until the angels come?"
"I don't know. Let's see what Granny Simone says, okay?" Paul managed to say, despite the tightness in his throat. He opened the truck door and slid out, and then reached in, holding out his arms for Sammy. He was glad that she let him carry her. He needed to hold her when they were in Shiloh, to protect her, even if the threat of someone snatching his daughter away was only in his imagination.
"Oh, sweetie," Granny Simone wheezed just a few minutes later, her eyes disappearing in the nest of wrinkles of her face. She laughed silently at Sammy's question and request, her entire soft little bird-like body shaking. "I can hear the angels hovering over the house, waiting to take me away, but I don't think they'll let you see them. Angels are big and powerful and frightening, and they love you too much to scare you."
"I wouldn't be scared," Sammy proclaimed, shaking her head hard enough to dislodge her Easter bonnet.
Paul still held her, standing at the side of the hospital bed brought in for Granny Simone. Her live-in nurse was the only one in the house. Faint sounds came from the kitchen at the back of the house where she was probably making tea, or warming broth. That was all the frail old woman could take anymore.
"Hmm, no, you probably wouldn't." The old woman nodded, wheezing a little more, and then struggled to sit up in the hospital bed. "You know what I would like a whole lot more than to have you hold my hand until the angels come?" She reached up her skeletal little hand and caught hold of Sammy's.
"Bless you, darling." She sank back in her pillows, tears filling her eyes as she wheezed and laughed. "No. This is even better than ice cream," she said, when she got her breath back. "I want you to get your daddy out of this town, out of this county, out of this entire state. Tell him to go to school full-time and become a preacher-man. And tell him to get you a new mama. Pretty little gal like you needs a mama.""Granny--" Paul said, stopped by an imperious wave of that thin hand.