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How incredible is it that all of this was preserved and saved all of this time? It’s a true treasure for the fa to a history as vast and as old as this one? To know that no ?
And : where I belong Because I’ed anywhere I left New Orleans as soon as I could, but Denver wasn’t home any more than Louisiana was And now that I’ve been back for a while, I thought that I was starting to feel like this is home, but I’h it all, soaking in the history, picturing how it arden, I hear footsteps behindout to join me
"Hello, Mrs Boudreaux," I say with a smile
"Oh, you can call me Mama," she says with a chuckle "Just about everyone does"
"Thank you," I reply as she takes my hand and walks beside me Mama is a petite woman, like Gabby, with salt and pepper hair that she keeps in a short cut Hereasily in her sixties, she’s in excellent shape
I like her
"It’s a nice day for a walk," she says and takes a deep breath "The air alas fresher out here"
"It’s a beautiful place," I agree with a nod "I’ve enjoyed being here"
"It’s a good thinking spot," she says "And I expect you’ve had some thinkin’ to do"
"I have"
"Sometimes you can do too arden and over a beautiful stone bridge that carries us over a creek "You’ll just think your way into circles"
"I h We fall into an easy silence I can tell that she wants to ask me questions, but she doesn’t push Instead she points out places in the trees where her boys built tree houses in the summer, and where her husband proposed to her
"He proposed out here?" I ask
"He did He courteda drive out here to his faardens, like we are now, although Gabby’s really brought thenolia tree and had a picnic lunch, and he askeda younger wo a ring on her finger
We walk just a bit farther, and we’re at the entrance to a ceuilt I haven’t been to either of ht now, in this moment with Declan’s sweet mother, I ive me about Declan and this whole mess
"You can talk to me, you know," Mama says as she sits on a bench, under an oak tree, and pats the seat beside her
"Oh, I don’t knohere to start"