158 The Meadow and the fury of them. The boy wanted the preacher to sink in high lies: “My daddy will kick your ass!” He added: “Sir!” His mother stood and slapped her husband across the nose as if he said it himself. A cloud of family, thundering and muttering, all of them, flooded the aisle, all the world’s heat swimming with them. The boy: proud as all language. The mother, not willing to leave without closure: “Damn right!” The family sang hymns in the car until the father slept, all smiles. The world, incredible. The mother’s rear-view grin at her son was the brightest shine of daylight.
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