and widows will not weep


I didn’t look at her when I said it. When I said “Elsie’s baby done died.” Because there weren’t no point in it. She couldn’t look back.

“Elsie’s baby?”

“Yep.”

“Elsie’s baby done died you say?”

“I say.”

What I should have said was nothing. ‘Cause sometimes nothing is all anybody wants to hear.

“You listen to me, boy…”

Maw had a way of hurting a man that didn’t leave no other want but to hurt her, too. Only you didn’t know how she did it so you never knew how to do it back. Not that you could. Not that you ever could. Without being some kind of blasphemous or damned. What with the preachers and the Lord saying what they do about the widows and the blind and her being both…

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