“Willie?” I called. “Mr. Emerson and I have some johnnycakes for you. I fried them myself.”
Sally said, “Ma, may we have some corn cakes?”
“Yes, you may,” said Willie. She untied the puckered cover, and though I had told her that Mr. Emerson was there, she still seemed surprised to see him.
“Excuse me for pushing my way into a family moment,” said Mr. Emerson. “I know you’ve been hurting, Mrs. Wetherfield, and for good cause. No woman should lose her husband and son the way you did. Excuse me for saying I know a little bit of what you’re feeling. When I lost my Ethel I thought the whole world had stopped. I was surprised at any sign of life anywhere. How can the world keep spinning when someone you love has died? But it does. And you’ll keep going too. I know you’ve been hit double hard
