“I was thinking of driving down to Washington—maybe go to the Smithsonian or the National Gallery. How would you like to keep me company?”
He broke out in a cold sweat. “Jess?” He licked his lips and shoved his hair off his face.
“You still there, Jess?” “Yes'm.” He tried to get a deep breath so he could keep talking.
“Would you like to go with me?” Lord. “Yes'm.” “Do you need to get permission?” she asked gently.
“Yes—yes'm.” He had somehow managed to twist himself up in the phone cord.
Yes'm. Just—just a minute.He untangled himself, put the phone down quietly, and tiptoed into his parents' room.
His mother's back made a long hump under the cotton blanket.
He shook her shoulder very gently. “Momma?” he was almost whispering.
He wanted to ask her without really waking her up. She was likely to say no if she woke up and thought about it.
She jumped at the sound but relaxed again, not fully awake. “Teacher wants me to go to Washington to the Smithsonian.”
“Washington?” The syllables were blurred. “Yeah. Something for school.”
He stroked her upper arm. “Be back before too late. OK?” “Umm.”
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