Dewey Dell’s notes on her Mama’s death
Ma is dying and in a way, I’m thankful she won’t be alive to see my shame if I can’t get rid of my problem. I haven’t had my friend since I don’t know when; that Lafe is the devil and he tempted me beyond all reason. His eyes just swept me away into another world. He kept after me, and I’m not sorry—the secret shade was more wonderful than I ever imagined. I wish we could have stayed in that place forever, joining our flesh and drinking each other in—but it had to end—we had to go home. Now he is gone and I keep waiting for Darl to tell Ma, or Pa, but he don’t. I don’t know why; I think he’s bidin’ his time, waitin’ to see what the Lord decides about Ma.
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