father bore too much of what I'd done. To favor Butch in any way would be an insult to Eddie and I couldn't… I won't embarrass my husband like that. Not after he stayed with me.'
'Dad knows…?' In the silence that followed, things started falling into place, an ugly puzzle coming together. Shit… this was for real.
Her mother grew wistful. 'Butch looked so happy with his wife. And oh sweet Mary, she's beautiful. They are perfect for each other. She's special like his father was. Like Butch is. They're all so special. It was a shame they couldn't stay. He said… he said he'd come to say good-bye.'
As Odell teared up, Joyce reached out and grabbed her mother's arm. 'Mom, where did Butch go?'
Her mother glanced down at the hand that touched her. Then frowned a little. 'I want a saltine. May I have a saltine?'
'Mom, look at me. Where did he go?' Although why that suddenly seemed important she wasn't sure.
Vacant eyes shifted over. 'With cheese. I would like a saltine. With cheese.'
'We were talking about Butch… Mom, concentrate.'
God, the whole thing was all such a shock and yet no shock at all. Butch had always been different, hadn't he?
'Mom, where is Butch?'
'Butch? Oh, thank you for asking. He's doing so well… he looked so happy. I'm so glad he got married.' Her mother blinked. 'Who are you, by the way? Are you a nurse? I used to be a nurse…'
For a moment, Joyce almost pressed the issue.
But instead, as her mother kept babbling, she looked out the window and took a deep breath. Odell's mindless prattle suddenly seemed comforting. Yes… the whole thing was all nonsense. Only nonsense.
As Sean stopped crying and settled against her, Joyce hugged his warm little body. Amidst the nonsensical ramblings coming from the bed, she thought of how much she loved her baby boy. And always would.
She kissed his soft head. Family, after all, was the staff of life.
The very staff of life.
