I went back in the kitchen. “My daddy says that when you do somethin’ to distract you from your worstest fears, it’s like whistlin’ past the graveyard. You know, making a racket to keep the scaredness and the ghosts away. He says that’s how we get by sometimes. But it’s not weak, like hidin’ . . . it’s strong. It means you’re able to go on.” She looked up. “Your daddy sounds like a smart man.” “I think that’s what your bakin’ is, it’s your way of whistlin’. Ever’ time something really bad happens, you start bakin’ . . . like it takes your mind away from the scaredness.”
