it down,” I said. “He kept it for fourteen months.”
Aunt Lorraine opened her eyes. They were wet.
“That boy’s mama goes to Mount Zion,” she said. “Sylvia Miller. She told me last year her son wasn’t sleeping. Said he’d come home from shifts and sit in his truck in the driveway for an hour before he’d come inside.” She shook her head. “I thought it was just the job.” FindLegal Aid
“It was the job,” I said. “Just not the way she thought.”
Aunt Lorraine reached over with her
