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In Lafourche Parish, the sun always rose thick and golden, pooling over the bayou's muddy water like honey on a biscuit. Lila Duval knew every cypress knee and every trailing moss beard on her stretch of river, but she never imagined she'd have to learn the world beyond it. Yet, after the day Antoine got pulled under by that ancient gatorafter she found the hat but not the manLila's world shrank. Not just for her, but for little Joseph and Maybelle, both too young to remember much about their father beyond his singing and the way he always called them "his sugarcane sprouts."
Folks in town
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In Lafourche Parish, the sun always rose thick and golden, pooling over the bayou's muddy water like honey on a biscuit. Lila Duval knew every cypress knee and every trailing moss beard on her stretch of river, but she never imagined she'd have to learn the world beyond it. Yet, after the day Antoine got pulled under by that ancient gatorafter she found the hat but not the manLila's world shrank. Not just for her, but for little Joseph and Maybelle, both too young to remember much about their father beyond his singing and the way he always called them "his sugarcane sprouts."

Folks in town brought food for a while: Gumbo, pies, a sack of rice here and there. But pity doesn't last, not when everyone else is barely scraping by. Lila tried sewing, cleaning, even gutting catfish, but money trickled in slow and dry as a late August creekbed. The days grew leaner, the children's clothes more patchwork, and the idea of running the farm herself became as laughable as swimming across Lake Pontchartrain.

On a drizzly Sunday, with church bells tolling over the slough, Lila came home to find the children drawing their names in the condensation on the parlor window. She watched them for a moment, how their little fingers traced words they barely knew, and felt the ache of failure. That night, after tucking them in, she sat at the kitchen table and unfolded the scrap of newspaper Mrs. Fontenot had pressed into her hand at the general store, whispering, "Don't judge yourself, chère. You do what you gotta."


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I was born in England, but have lived in Southern California for many years. I m now retired and live in the Pacific NW in a little seaside city amongst the giant redwoods and wonderful harbor, almost at the Oregon border. My husband and I have one cat, called Midnight and she is featured in two of my latest Sci-Fi short stories. I love Science Fiction, animals, and trying to help others. I publish under Doreen Milstead as well as my own name. My photo was taken right before the coronation of QE II in the UK.