“You can’t cry!” Bryce shouted. “You got
no right to cry. You never even loved her. You
don’t know nothing about love.”
“I loved her,” said the father. “I loved
I loved her, too, thought Edward. I loved
her and now she is gone. How could this be?
he wondered. How could he bear to live in a
world without Sarah Ruth?
The yelling between the father and son
continued, and then there was a terrible
moment when the father insisted that Sarah
Ruth belonged to him, that she was his girl, his
baby, and that he was taking her to be buried.
“She ain’t yours!” Bryce screamed. “You
can’t take her. She ain’t yours.”
But the father was bigger and stronger,
and he prevailed. He wrapped Sarah Ruth in a
blanket and carried her away. The small house
became very quiet. Edward could hear Bryce
moving around, muttering to himself. And
then, finally, the boy picked Edward up.
“Come on, Jangles,” Bryce said. “We’re