I feel stiff in my knees. Danny, mind your momma. Run on upstairs and shut the windows, it's raining. Daddy, he'll be home any minute. You quiet your sister. Someday the wind is gonna shame that girl! She will wail no more. Hush, boy, how many times? Rock, these walls are, not feathers, still this could be the weather for sailing. Aim your blows at the river, keep your crying a secret. She needs no one to call for her, streets or children. When it hit, I don't know where my kids are what part of this house. We could swim for it but my sweet girl wants to open her mouth and shout and shout and shout Well. I don't know if if I survived, but Danny says I'm alive, and if feels nice to hear his voice. I feel spun like a feather. I am made of a piece of her and Danny and It feels nice.