Louisiana's Way Home

Maybe crows are right about the world. Maybe everything is funny.

For as long as I could remember, Granny had been talking to me, telling me things, and telling me not to tell things.

The world smelled of unshared caramel candy and dust and beeswax. Everything was broken; I knew that. But I felt like I could fix it if I just kept singing. And so I kept singing. It is good to have a talent in this world.