Out of all of the words, you click reductive? Is that what you think of me?
I'm sorry, I know, I'm being combative.
Somebody told me that drowning only feels romantic when there's a hand to pull you up. I don't know.
I wonder if Preacher John thought that. Maybe he thought mama's hand would've been there.
I think mama thinks the hand of God was all he needed. If that's the truth, I guess that's what's holding him down there.
Everybody seems to have advice. I've yet to see a hand.