“I do. I understand real clear. A body can’t run from what they done. They carry it with them inside. It fester and spread like poison if it’s buried. It gotta be out in the air where it can heal.” She opened her palms to the sky. “Someday you understand that, too.” She locked her eyes on mine. “I hope someday real soon.” The look she gave me threw water on the hot coals burnin’ inside me.
