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When fiction leaves questions unanswered

A story gets away from its author.

What does an artist give up for art?

Can a four-year-old understand stealing?

This one was here with all his roses. He was from a big family in Jamaica. They didn’t have much in common, except for their difference.

He took me fishing as a teen, lecturing me about boys, the proper way to chase them, and the proper way to leave if they needed leaving.

It’s a basement full of cobwebs. Mice and dust and boxes. One is filled with letters in his language, and another night, before he got on a plane to identify the body of his father, he told her of those letters.

It’s almost summer, and soon she will go to the fields with her father and her sister, catching the bales as the baler spits them, and she will lift and stack them.