We'll Gather Lilacs In The Spring Again

Later that night, or the next. Johannes is never sure. One day blends to the next. After a storm. And Sierra having too many mint juleps, asleep on the loveseat.

Checkers with Grandma Betty. Beneath the warm glow of a reading lamp. Her white hair nearly as luminous.

Seems like she's stopped talking bout N'awlins so much.

She'll start again before no time.

Why she want to go so bad anyway?

Never asked.

Why you takin' her?

Because I love her.

But you don't want'a go?

It'd be the last place I go.

Nothin 'n N'awlins 'cept dust and ghosts.