she saying?â
âWe canât understand you.â Daddy drew closer to Mama.
âI. D-d-donât f-f-feel. Normal.â She pitched herself into Daddyâagain, crying like her heart would explode.
If Mama didnât stop, ClaireLeeâs own heart would burst. She took a backward step and bumped into Belinda. To steady herself, she clutched her friendâs arm. âWhatâs wrong with Mama?â
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W ith her other hand , Belinda squeezed ClaireLeeâs three times.
âIâm scared.â ClaireLee gripped harder.
In a gentle motion, Belinda pulled ClaireLee into a one-arm hug. The very act released the pressure within ClaireLeeâs ribs and she could breathe. It nestled her into a place safer than the stark reality of Mamaâs sobs on Daddyâs chest.
ClaireLee had lost track of Lolly, but under the table fort where the boys slept one of her siblings whimpered. As Feather wailedâadding to the chaosâBelinda left and returned to hand the baby to ClaireLee. The two friends sat on the living room bed. Waiting. ClaireLee rocked her brother. âShh, shh, Feather, shh, shh.â Lord, help Mama. Help us all. A sob struggled to free itself from ClaireLeeâs throat. She fought it and won. For now.
Daddy guided Mama to her bed and said to her, âIâll stay home from work in the morning, so you can rest.â
Following Daddy, ClaireLee carried Feather in her arms. At Mamaâs bedside, she positioned the baby next to Mama on the mattress. He latched on and drank fully, his grunts and gulps louder than Lollyâs muffled cries in the kitchen.
âI need to step outside for a minute.â Studying Mama and combing his fingers through his bearded chin, Daddy asked ClaireLee, âWill you stay, Claire Bear?â
Every muscle in ClaireLee shuddered. Donât leave me alone with her. What if she cries?
But, ClaireLee nodded, for Daddyâs eyes had filled with tears. I donât want Daddy to cry, too.
She caressed Featherâs head as he sighed and suckled, while Mama rested. ClaireLee gathered her courageâwanting to put aside her fear of Mamaâs outburst. âYouâll feel better soon, Mama,â she said, as she traced her fingers along the soft lines of Mamaâs forehead. âI just know it.â
A tear streaked and pooled on Mamaâs cheekbone.
ClaireLeeâs eyes misted. She could no longer keep her tears to herself. They spilled and sprinkled onto the baby and his blanket. What is happening to our once-happy mama?
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M uch later , the cabin quieted with only the sounds of the river in the background. ClaireLee tossed in the bed next to Lolly, unable to chase away the frightening image of Mama falling to pieces.
The mattress sunk, and Belinda rolled onto her elbow. âYour maâs sure sad.â
Right then, an idea came to ClaireLee. She slipped from under the covers and crawled out. âIâm going to stay by Mama.â
In the shadow of the porch light, Belindaâs voice came soft. âGood.â
Feeling her way to her parentsâ room, ClaireLee knelt on the hardwood floor at Mamaâs side of the bed. How can I make Mama feel better? She considered this. To do this thing, which had never before occurred to her in her thirteen years. What makes Mama glad? What does she love? It came to her, then, fluttering through her thoughts like a whisper.
Beginning, ClaireLee sang Mamaâs favorite song in a quiet soprano voice. âFrom evâry stormy wind that blows, from evâry swelling tide of woes, there is a calm, a sure retreat. âTis found beneath the mercy seat.â ClaireLee pondered what mercy seat meant, when Mama reached for her hand. They both hung on.
Long moments passed.
The floor hurt ClaireLeeâs knees, but she snuggled between Mamaâs arm and near Featherâs soft spot on his head where his heart
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