“He’ll be all right,” Tonya said to me, her voice full of confidence. “He’s stronger than you think he is.”
“He never had a chance to know her,” I said.
“He knows her in his mind,” she said. “And, that’s just as real.”
“What happened, Wiley?” Mrs. Humphries asked.
I explained about the phone call from Mrs. Warren.
I knew no more than that.
“Her people is First Baptist,” Mrs. Humphries observed.
“Yes,” I said, thinking absently about the odiousness of Baptist funerals.
“I’m going to take him home,” I said.
“Call if you need something,” Tonya said.
I promised I would. 48: A Mother-like Person
Noah sat on the sofa in stony silence.
I called my mother and told her the news.
“Can you find out which funeral home they’re going to use?” I asked her
“You’re not going!” she exclaimed.
“Mrs. Warren asked me to,” I said, “and Kayla was Noah’s mother, after all.”
“Oh, Wiley,” she said, sighing heavily. “I suppose you’re right. I’ll call around and see what I can find out.”