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Show Go Love/116 ass "Christ," she says. Trace is Mama and O.W. all mixed up, his big bones and body with her sweet face lines We're sweating big real sweat. Trace holds a sackful of liter sodas-Pepsi, Mountain Dew I take the sack from my sister. "What happened?" On either hand, she's wearing the rings, wedding, engagement, anniversary. "To Mama?" My sister's chin quivers. "Mama drowned." "How?" Trace's boy's name is Douglas. It dawns on me that he's inside the blue Camero, I can just see his outline through the tinted glass. He's big for his age, Mama's favorite, he reminded her of Jimmy. A woman with TOOTS on her license plates drives by up in a white Trans-Am with a big American flag sticker on the passenger door. She gets out in cutoffs, nods at Traceleen and sets a pie on our front porch. Dora Waymack's looking at us through the.kitchen door window, I can feel her there. I smell the Hercules Plant spewing fifteen miles away in Jacksonville. "Bitch," Trace says. "Which one?" Trace looks toward Dora's. "Both," she says. "We've had a long haul, Trace." "I bet." "All I know's not too much " "Dougie. Come out here." The boy gets out, look at his feet. We're all standing there in the drive where me and Jimmy |