Then it come to me—if I done this, I’d be doing the same thing to them children that Mama done to me, and Jesus Christ, I was the only mother they had. For another day, year, or their whole life, for better or worse, I was their mama. Then I heard a sigh or a moan inside the car, and then, strangest thing, I felt breath on my neck, warm and then cool. For an instant it felt like I was dreaming, and at the same time, I was in the dream. Then it vanished, that dream, like they does, and I couldn’t snatch it back. I put my hand on the back of my neck, and sweat gathered on my fingers.
