Shuggie Bain

by Douglas Stuart

those with least to give always gave the most.

“Leek. Can you not stay in the light, where I can see you?” “No. I like it over here.”

“She was drinking like she wanted to get somewhere else.”

“Say a prayer for me, Shuggie . . .” she pleaded. “I have a long list. I will add you,” he lisped,

Still, Leek thought this new sadness was better than the anger he had felt at first. Sadness made for a better houseguest; at least it was quiet, reliable, consistent.

“Whatever it takes Agnes, keep going, even if it’s not for you, even if it’s just for them. Keep going. That’s what mammies do.”