Half Blood Blues by Esi Edugyan
8 min @ crafted on ossington
Beulah May never figured it. How could you know a body sixty years, and then never know the moment, the one moment that they were gone. Right here the same bed they done shared every night. Beulah May always knew Johnson would go first but she figured if she was with him she’d know the moment, whether sleeping or awake. But he just up and left in the dead of night without even a cool breeze across her flesh. She knew that meant she wouldn’t be able to change the bed placement as tradition demanded. Johnson was fixin to come back and she needed to be ready.
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