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I sat there crying till Mawmaw, my grandmother, came and

sat beside me. “Didn’t you hear the bees?” she asked.

“No,” I said, wiping my eyes. We sat still as dawn, and

after a moment I could hear the bees, buzzing and humming

in those white gardenias.

“That was some kind of saltypie, that bee sting,” Mawmaw

said. She smiled her sweet smile and laughed her sweet

laugh till everything hurtful went away.