I guess momma hadn’t heard him that mornin’ at the breakfast table, ‘cause she stuck me with Charlie.Ĭharlie’s four years younger than me, makin’ him eight and me twelve. “I need you out in the fields with me, Tony,” he’d said. It was harvestin’ season, and dad was movin’ grain. Sometimes I go, too, but that day I had to stay home. Nana had a bad fall and momma goes to see her once a day at least. Momma went off to visit our nana out at the hospital.
She calls it “lookin’ after.” That’s all well and good, but I also hate lookin’ after Charlie. Can’t ‘sit your own family, that’s what she says. Well, momma says it ain’t really babysittin’, considerin’ that it’s my younger brother I gotta watch.
