I didn’t speak to my own brother all this time. And you know why?” Momma releases a strange, high-pitched cackle. “I don’t even know! That’s the awful truth. That’s something, right? I know we were both so mad and we said some terrible things to each other and then waited for the other to come to their senses and apologize while the years piled up. Now here we are, at our momma’s grave, like strangers.
