"Oh, he was a good, good man," Nana said with a smile that spoke of a love still strong. "We met, bussin' down South for the Civil Rights. Got arrested together and, lawd, it was like it didn't even matter we were in a crowded hot jail. He came over to me and flirted like we were in the middle of a cotillion barbeque. He was a big man, but quiet and polite, but charming. So charming. We never had any kids of our own the usual way, but it was his idea to become fosters. Too many kids runnin' around with no one to look after them. Didn't sit well with him. He knew we needed to do somethin."