Louisiana's Way Home

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

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.

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