Crossing the yard, Jean and Wole were greeted with fist bumps and back claps as they wended their way through the crowd. Miss Sammie hugged Jean then pushed past Wole’s outstretched hand and hugged him, too. Jean’s mama, in a kente-print muumuu (as much out of self-consciousness about middle-aged weight gain, Jean figured, as in celebration of the day), hovered nearby, smiling on.