Where’s my lunch? I know this ain’t no hotel, but a person could starve to death in this hospital. Would you look at that: it’s raining like cats and dogs and here it is March. This weather in Vegas done sure changed over the years. It sound like bullets hitting these windows. I wish they would turn that damn air conditioning down. My nose is froze and I can’t even feel my toes no more. I hope I ain’t dead and just don’t know it.

Anyway, it ain’t my fault that right after we left Chicago and moved to California, Charlotte didn’t like it and put up such a fuss that we sent her ass back there to live with my dinghy sister, Suzie Mae. She forgot to tell me and Suzie Mae she was damn near four months pregnant when I put her on the train. Young girls know how to hide a baby when they want to, and I’m a hard person to fool. I pay attention. Don’t miss too much of nothing. But Charlotte is good at hiding a whole lot of stuff. She snuck and got married, and wasn’t until another two months had passed when Suzie Mae come calling me saying, “You could send your daughter a wedding present or at least a package of diapers for the baby.” What baby? Did I miss something? But I was not about to ask. I sent her a his-and-her set of beige towels from J. C. Penney, even though I didn’t know nothing about the boy except his name was Al and he was a truck driver whose people was from Baton Rouge, so I couldn’t get no initials put on ’em. I bought a mint-green booty set for the baby, ’cause they say it’s bad luck to plan so far ahead, and right after her honeymoon (they didn’t go nowhere except to spend the night at the Holiday Inn two exits off the freeway from where they live), Charlotte woke up in the middle of the night in a puddle of blood. She was having terrible cramps and thought she was in labor, except later on she tells us that the baby hadn’t moved in two or three days. The doctors had to induce labor, and the baby was stillborn—a boy. I asked if she wanted me to come there to be with her, and she told me no. Her husband would take care of her. And that he did.

With so much going on, college slipped her mind altogether. She got that job at the post office and worked so much overtime I don’t know when they found time to make anything except money, but somehow they managed to generate three more kids.