Part V: Snakes – Then: November 22, 1963: #4 (Chapter 86)
I couldn’t believe it.
Nana woke me up at 5:30
a.m.
“The bus’ll be here in 45
minutes.” She yanked the covers back.
I pulled the sheet and
blankets back over my head. “I don’t want to pick corn.”
“You’re going to, and
that’s that. You need to get out in the cold air and put this business out of
your mind.”
I wanted to say,
You go out into a frosty field at the crack of dawn to pick ears of frozen
field corn and see how that makes you
feel, so there!
That I would never put President Kennedy’s senseless
death out of my mind, no matter how frozen I became or how hard I had to work.
But that would have made things worse, so I let it go.
I dragged myself out of bed, dressed, and drank the coffee Nana brought me.