“Stop your bawling now,” she said, though I wasn’t. “Ain’t no tears in Heaven, you know that. Timothy’s asleep in Jesus.” “Yes, but—” “Lord don’t want to see you crying, hear me? Ain’t your place to tell God Amighty what to do.” I tried to get started. “I never thought Timmy would die.” That word die had a thickness to it that stuck in my throat. “Ever living thing dies,” she said. “It’s the curse of sin. The wages of sin is death.”
