Mama had stayed up all night baking pies for reception. I heard her rolling dough in the kitchen.
Near Dawn it grew quiet . I was still awake . I went into the kitchen
Mama was standing in front of the sink. It was full of dishes. The counter was covered with flour . There were four pies cooling by the window . But wasn’t moving.
β Do you want help with the dishes, mama ? β I said.
She didn’t answer me . She kept Staring at the sink
β Are you all right, mama?
βget out George , she said. She didn’t turn around.
I left the room . She didn’t try to stop me.
After the funeral. People came to the apartment . It was filled with the smell of pies . They smelled good . I loved Mama’s apple π pie . But I didn’t eat any . I left it for our guests.
They stood in our kitchen . They talked quietly to one another. Many of them had been to funerals like this before. The gangs are strong where we live . Sometimes people get shot. But most of them are young men like me . Not girls like Mary.
No one talk to me . I was glad I knew they blamed me for...