texts: Really, Sail, I'll be okay. </s> <s> It's a mistake, honey. You two go on. I'll walk back to the depot. </s> <s> What're you talkin' about? That's your son in there.
labels: He ain't never known me, Lula, so there ain't much for him to forget. Not seein' each other for six years makes it next best to simple for us, too.