Toby

“Children,” Mom said to us, all gooey now, “do you know...what this is?”

“We sure do, Mom. Isn’t it something?”

“It’s a sign,” she said.

“That’s right.” I nodded my head.

Whatever.

“A sign we’re going to be all right,” she said. “They’re not going to destroy us. Our Lord won’t let that happen.”

I snapped my fingers and pointed at her. “That’s what we were saying. And y’know? We were thinking. Everyone should have a chance to see this. Wouldn’t that be a good thing? Let everybody see this?”

She nodded, staring at the head, not listening very good.

“So, you know what I was thinking, Ma? What we were thinking? Me and the, you know, the children here?”

“We should pray now,” she said.

“Exactly. That’s what we were thinking. We should pray. First things first.”

We could talk later on, after she came down a little.