“It still had the full price on it but I found the chunk out of the back and Sonia pulled the flip top down and saw it didn’t sit level, and even though it went with the bunkbeds, I said, ‘It’s all dinged up.’ And the guy said, ‘That desk is meant to sit against the wall. You can’t see that irregularity in the back when it’s against a wall.’ And Sonia said, ‘Well, it can sit against the wall, but if you try to use it for what it’s made for, the papers will slide off. We’ll get another desk somewhere else, Momma. And maybe bunkbeds to match too.’”

I took a ragged breath and the story continued to come out of me.

“He offered a deal on the desk, but Mom started to walk away so he offered us a deal on the bunkbeds too, if we took them both, with a dresser. In the end, we got all three for just over the price on that tag of the bunkbeds.”

“No fool, your momma,” he murmured.

“Nope,” I said proudly, but huskily.

“Full a’ sass,” he said.

“Yep,” I whispered.

“Gave that to her girl.”

“Yep,” I repeated, proud again. “Gramps couldn’t fix the hinges on that desk. They were bent. And they were built into the wood so he couldn’t replace them. So, we pulled out the drawer under it to prop up the desk part when we needed to use it and I used it all the time when I was studying.”

My voice dropped.

“All the time.”

That was when I started crying.

Preacher turned into me and pulled me into his arms.

“I-I’m sorry,” I hiccoughed.

“I had a momma like yours, I’d cry she was lost too, cher. I’d cry when she was gone and I’d cry after, thinkin’ about all she gave when I had her. So, give her that. Yeah? And don’t be sorry for givin’ it.”

I nodded, knowing he had not had that, really had not had that, wishing he did, and missing my mom all the more because I’d had it, I loved it, and I wanted it back.

He held me until I quit crying and then he fell again to his back, dragging me up on his chest, and he held me some more.

I was so drained, it felt like I could sleep for a week.

But now that I’d started it, I couldn’t stop.