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For the life of him Alvin Junior couldn’t figure out why Mama’s words sounded like “I ain’t going nowhere,” and why Papa’s words sounded like “Stay with me forever.” But he knew he wasn’t crazy to think so, cause right then Measure looked up from where he lay all sprawled out afore the fire and winked so only Alvin Junior could see.
“We’re helpmeets for each other,” said Armor-of-God, “and don’t you forget it.”
“You called her a witch, and she married you?” “We had a few conversations in between.”
He never could bring himself to believe even his own skepticism.
And a single drawing, burnt into a fine slab of oakwood with the tip of a hot knife. He’d rather have worked with wax and acid on metal, but there was neither to be had in this place. So he burnt lines into the wood, making of it what he could. A picture of a young man caught in a strong river, bound up in the roots of a floating tree, gasping for breath, his eyes facing death fearlessly.
