happening.
The people who had told me to deal with life alone had returned the moment that life looked worth attaching themselves to.
I didn’t invite them inside.
I stepped onto the porch.
Closed the door behind me so my boys wouldn’t hear.
Then came the strangest sales pitch of my life.
My mother started with family.
Blood is blood.
Kora would have wanted us together.
She used my dead daughter as part of the argument.
I let her continue because people reveal themselves if you give them enough silence.
