“Most folks ’round here call me Mama Sugar. The night’s so ungodly dark, I wonder if I’m still dreaming on a bus southbound for Memphis.īut the warmth of her hands on mine signals I’m awake. “Naomi said you’d likely be arrivin’ today. You need to get him on a steady schedule soon though. He gone fall asleep in a little bit anyway. Her green apron with yellow daisies is covered in patches of flour. Growing like a weed.” She scratches her left palm. Mama Sugar knocks on my door, like she does every morning before the sun is up, when little strips of gold lay themselves below the deep blue of night. You still suckle and lightly pull on the meat of my nipple though I’m almost dry and have barely anything left to give, but you don’t care. They talk about those pretty green eyes of yours.Įveryone says you’re a blessing, but they don’t know, do they? I know. You’re always hungry or crying or cooing or laughing. But that’s not true is it, child? People tell me they’re sorry for my loss, but I’m not sorry. Mama Sugar and I tell people your father died in a car accident. And I got on a bus, and I came to Memphis. I wait for the creak of the bedroom door, the dull thud of footsteps, the pulling back of covers and the heavy sink of his body next to mine on a mattress, but none of it comes. With a charismatic cast of characters, The Two Lives of Sara is an emotional and unforgettable story of hope, the limitations of resilience and unexpected love.
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