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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 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.
She would never be the same. She had a daughter now.
In a world that was determined to forget, someone had to do the remembering.
‘Friends in Low Places’ does not get old.”
Facts
My sister was not dead. Because as soon as I saw that photograph of the two of us, it was as if I heard a familiar voice calling out, as clear as if she’d been standing right next to me. Come and find me, Savannah. It’s time.
Something about those little faces clutched my heart, and I couldn’t believe they hadn’t seen it, too. “They look like us,”
OH MY GOD! What if Celia WAS their mother?!?!? (The twins).
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. Deborah had said on more than one occasion that I suffered from “a compulsive need to control my surroundings.”
That's 100% me
“I think Celia might have been pregnant.”
I kneeeeeee it
And my carefully constructed world was not going to implode if everything in it was not orchestrated to my own specifications. Maybe if I stepped back to let others in, they just might surprise me.
