I’ve had a terrible, terrible Sunday, let me tell you.” Little Earl grabbed Minnie’s shoulders and spun her on the stool so she faced him directly. “Daddy died last night … and you didn’t call me?” “I was gonna call you, but then I thought, If I call ’em, they’ll feel like they’ve got to come over. Then there’ll be the preacher and the undertaker and maybe the grandkids. With everybody makin’ such a fuss, I’ll never get a lick of sleep.
