Chapter 6

“He looks so good,” Mama said. She came up to Mrs. Hankins and took hold of her arm in an affectionate sort of way. “Ruth, you holding up?”

“Oh, I’m fine,” she said. “All the times we’ve been here…I never thought…it never occurred to me…”

“I saw your daughter outside,” Mama interjected easily. “Those kids are getting so big!”

“My word, but ain’t they?”

I took my leave. Visitations were Mama’s territory. She knew everyone in Port Moss, and everyone knew her. She held hands, offered consoling words, knew what to say and when to say it, and how to distract and deflect and refocus. She’d been doing this for more than forty years and showed no signs of stopping.