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Mama chose our names because she’d always wanted to travel to Savannah, Georgia. She said it was a storybook city with real character. We were meant to grow
Beautifully written!
together as a pair, one never to be without the other. But our story had played a mean trick on us, and here I remained—a lone city without a state. Now that Mama had left us, too, it felt like I’d lost a country. It might as well have been the whole world.
It scared her a little to know she was capable of loving a person so much, that all that love had been waiting there her whole life, like a dormant seed just aching to get out and grow up into something bigger than the cypress trees in the bayou and the pines that shot up all around her yard. She would never be able to put it all back inside her if anything happened to this child, this perfect little creature who had stolen her breath and her heart along with all her good sense. She would never be the same. She had a daughter now.
“Look back for too long and you’ll end up with a mess of broken dreams and a crick in your neck.”
No point in trying to shovel water out of a sinking boat with a slotted spoon,” she had always said.
She hadn’t known that a person could die inside while the rest of her body kept right on living.
Men were always there for the fun parts, she thought. Women were always left to pick up the pieces.
In a world that was determined to forget, someone had to do the remembering.
But there was something else there, too. I couldn’t be certain, but it looked like pain.
Maybe she was like the swamp canaries that flittered about in our bayous, traveling the world for a season but always returning to build their nests in the hollows of the trees.
I was so afraid of losing the best parts of my life that I sometimes forgot to enjoy them.
Relatable
Sometimes it was worth risking everything to save the ones you love from heartache, from disappointment, sometimes from themselves.
How many times had I visited Cricket, brought her lunch, shared gossip about family, and the whole time she’d neglected to tell me that my own grandmother was dying?
Wow!
With her eyes still closed, she took a deep breath and released it slowly before saying, “You will.”
Possible foreshadowing
She thought of Celia. It had been almost two years since she’d left, headed out west to see about a job.
How convenient that Celia left two years ago, which was also the time Georgia went missing which she was there for
