The girl wasn’t listening, though. Not to me and not to all the things her mama’s ghost must’ve been whispering inside her head. She was off in her own world. I knew what was going to happen next, and wasn’t a damned thing I could do to stop it.
‘We’ve got to get home,’ I said.
‘You go, Bessie,’ Vera said.
‘Tomorrow’s a work day, girl.’
‘Tell them I felt something coming on,’ she said.
‘Well that wouldn’t be a lie,’ I said.
You didn’t have to be a doctor to see that.
