Chapter 56

“Wiley, please,” Mama said. “Don’t push it.”

“I want to see my son!”

Mama looked at me, sighed rather heavily. “I’ll go get him. But if he starts acting up—”

“Please, Mama. I want to see him.”

Noah was sitting in the waiting room with Bill. Mama went to fetch them.

Noah took one look at me and started bawling. Mama tried to comfort him, but Noah shrank away from her.

“No die, Daddy!” Noah shouted at me, in a sudden, furious, confrontational rage. “No die! No!” He pointed his finger at me accusingly, his hands trembling, his lips trembling, his whole body on fire with anger.

I motioned for him to come to me.

“No!” he exclaimed, waving his hand back and forth. “No die! Why, Daddy? Why?”

“Maybe you’d better take him away,” Mama said to Jackson.

“Leave him be,” I said.

Noah opened his mouth, groaned. “Aaaaahhhhh! Huh! Haaahhhh!” He was frustrated that he couldn’t say what he wanted to say.