See that? she said two summers ago, pointing to pre-writing scribbles in pink chalk on the side of the carport, that says cancer.
Hi Lolo, she said on a phonecall to chat, We can't come see you today, because MasterP has a runny nose and you have chemo. Are you still having chemo? Can I talk to Lola now?
I talk to God, she said, standing in the bed of Mrs. Maiden's pick-up truck last night, before I go to sleep, after you leave the room. I get down like this, and I say please God, make Lolo better. I love him, thank you.
And accross the back of the truck, our eyes meet, and I share strength and comfort as I can.
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