Her voice a raspy croak, the woman called out, “Joshie, bring Mama her medicine? Please hurry Joshie, Mama’s hurtin’ real bad tonight.”
Without hesitation, the 8-year old sat aside his unfinished homework and took her the tall glass of bourbon and water.
Josh completed his homework, made himself a baloney sandwich for supper and then watched cartoons until bedtime.
Late in the night, he awoke to the familiar sound of Mama vomiting and he sobbed; wishing the medicine would just make her all better instead of making her sicker than she was the night before.