13: Chapter 1 by ~Robzula

Ampersand When I was a little girl growing up in the bayous of Louisiana, my momma would tell me, "Shirley, you best be respectin' that ampersand." I'd always reply, "Why o' course I do, momma, o' course, 'cept I don' really know why." Dear ol' momma would just smile and say, "Well tha's okay if ya don't know why, so long as ya respect it, and someday you'll unnerstand why." "Well when will that be, momma?" I'd ask, knowing the answer: "When the time is good an' ready, sweetie. When it's good an' ready."Ampersand by ~Robzula
I kept on respectin' that ampersand, believin' momma's story that someday it'd reveal its secrets ta me. I kept on... right up until the da