Sharon’s face.
First calculation.
Then appetite.
She stayed less than ten minutes.
On the way out, she hugged me with the intensity of someone gathering information and said:
“You look wonderful. She’s just precious. Your mama must be over the moon.”
Then the Buick disappeared with purpose.
By dinner, Danny texted.
The church knew.
The child.
The visit.
June’s porch.
And that evening, at the homecoming-eve potluck, my mother stood before the fellowship hall and made an announcement.
Danny was there.
He later repeated it nearly word for word.
“God
