“No, Mrs. My breasts swatted my face when, my son took me from behind, for the first time. Sex “I don’t care, Ma, if you lie there, limp like you used to. In all eyes, I was the lowest of women. Do I have to cry again, to make you understand?”
Did she? “Lord, be my strength, for I am worn tired.”
“Mrs. Let us sing, Praise to Glory. That’s why you boys go hungry more now. Ahead of our slow pace, crashing brush kept its distance. I’ll see the boys get their bath.” The girl regarded me again, a bit more impressed, or did I imagine it? “After both of them professed to honor me on that sunny day, that night, my oldest, Samuel, crawled into my bed. It was not the last time I tracked down Danlick’s Blessings. I guessed from her shrill tone. “Which of them married?” I tried to change the tone. Grady cursed me with the same words of the Lord I once repelled him with.”
Another month passed, and two stories found me at church, one during the service, and one after. Though her dress was just a loose, bushel sack, cut for arms and legs and a head, the bulge in her belly was unmistakeable.
