Swiftcurrent Creek A sons grief

Etienne felt bad for giving a hard truth. And perhaps Coward wasn't the right word. But Etienne knew it was something.

Etienne's eyes flashed. Dat 'appens. And you deal wit' it. I just lost everyone. My manman, my auntie, my sister left all in one swoop. But I would not be tradin' dey love I 'ad for dem for anyting.

Etienne's shook his head. I be telling you not to be puttin' dey words in my mout' I would not be callin' you selfis' scared mebbe. But not cold or selfish if you were dose tings you would not be worried 'bout being 'urt again.