“You’re going to give him up?” Mama asked, incredulous.
I nodded.
“You can’t give up your own child, Wiley. It doesn’t work that way.”
But I only shook my head. 67: A Little Help from Our Friends
Saturday arrived, and we made the drive to New Albany for the fundraiser. Although it was only eleven in the morning, there were already more than a hundred people milling around.
My cousin Tina was there. So were Tonya and Keke, Miss Ora, and many others, including Jackson Ledbetter and his parents, who gathered around as I approached.
At precisely eleven, the mayor of New Albany took to the podium to kick off the mini fundraiser, noting how times of tragedy brought folks together and brought out the best in people.
“There’s a good example of that spirit here with us today,” the mayor said, pausing for dramatic effect and looking around.
Eventually his eyes settled on me.
I frowned.