Then he blurted, “Mama used to try an’ teach me.” I blinked and asked, “What?” He didn’t repeat himself. Instead he said, “She got real mad when I got things wrong.” I felt the backs of my eyes start stinging and I held his gaze as I felt them get wet but didn’t say anything. “Tried real hard,” he whispered, “to make certain sure I got nothin’ wrong.” I bet he did. I didn’t respond. “Always got somethin’ wrong,” he murmured, his voice aching from old wounds that in no way were healed and I felt them score at my own insides. “This is life,” I whispered as I steadily held his gaze. “Skylar, know
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