““She’s dead.” Dessah was, at first, taken aback by the comment. “Did you hear me, Dessah? I said, ‘My mama is dead’.” With her cousin wailing and breathing hard into her ear, for a second, Dessah thought she might slide down the wall of the bathroom where she was standing, slide right on down to the floor in grief. But the next second came, and all she could say was, “So there’s no reason for me to come up there now, is it?””