“I’m sorry. I’m so angry.” “It’s okay to be angry.” “I didn’t know . . .” “What didn’t you know?” “That the water would kill them.” She covered her eyes again with her forearm. “I gave them chocula,” she said, sobbing. “They played in the river . . .” I exhaled deeply. “How long ago was this?” “A long time ago,” she said. “My children died a long time ago and it still hurts.”
