We really are. [She laughs, a little bubbling broken sound.] I used to picture Titus looking like Dad.

And I didn't want to hurt her. Mostly. I'm sorry. God, I am.

[She gulps, shoves a hand through her hair.]

I don't understand how you can say that, think that, but. I think it's amazing that you can. You were always the best of us. And I don't know if it's worth anything, but I think Mama would have been really proud of you. I am, even though I don't have the right.