“Oh, Mama,” I said, feeling appropriately wretched.
“Oh, just go!” she snapped. “I’m sure you don’t need us! I’m sure life in Boston will be so much better!”
“Yo, Uncle Wiley, you moving?” Eli said.
“What the hell do you need to move for?” Bill asked.
“Oh, honestly,” I exclaimed. “Y’all didn’t see this coming?”
“But I thought you were going to adopt,” Bill said.
“Yeah,” Mama added, wiping at her eyes.
“We are,” I said.
“And you’re going to live up there?” Mama said. “We’re not going to get to see this child? That’s not right, Wiley. How’s he going to know who his family is?”
“We’ll come visit,” I promised.
“Oh, you’ll visit! That’s nice, dear. Thank you. I feel somuch better! You’ll visit.”
“I’m sorry, Mama.”