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Marilyn came slowly down the long stairs of her sister Margaret's big brick house in the suburbs of Memphis. She could see the rest of the dinner party already gathering at Margaret's well-appointed dining room table. There were several steaming platters of soul food: roast beef, collard greens, chitterlings, black-eyed peas, cornbread and crisp fried chicken. Ralph was there with Jesse and Andrew and several others less well-known, but very active in the movement. And there was Martin, sitting at the head of the table. What an honor it was to have him in their home again.