A Twenty-Dollar Bill Dropped Into the Dust Beside a Tennessee Highway
“I know I did,” I said.
“They had jaundice when I brought them home from the hospital,” she said, her worn-out voice cracking a little.
“I had to sit up with them by the window every night for two weeks by myself, watching them breathe.”
“Where’s the other one?” I asked quietly.
“Asleep inside on the crib mattress,” she said.
She straightened the elastic band on the baby’s leg with her shaking hand.
“I saw you three weeks ago on the side of Highway 70,” she said.