 Calling Art up like, what you doing this morning? Trying to get into something, so it's tour. He know my mama be over, protected as usual. He say, he don't know, but I can come and slide through it. It's around noonish in the summer, and the sun hovering over pavements. I had a Menard where he stayed at. Walked up in the crib, greet the family. Then I get up in his room and ask him if he has some clothes I can change in.