She watched tiny clouds of feathers float around us and then she asked, ‘Uncle JoJo?’ She called me JoJo. ‘Does that hurt the chickens?’ How marvelous, I thought. We were having this strangely beautiful moment, and she wanted to know if the wind was hurting the chickens.” “I love this story,” Dwayne said, as if they sat around and told it every night. “I just remember thinking, children’s souls are so gentle. I wanted to be around that all the time.”
