Honey's Mother's Confession

You are lying in your bedroom knitting, you say, that night, the night you did it, or you think you did it. You are knitting, knitting away and thinking. Musing, as you put it, just before putting your head down and falling asleep. You are thinking about this and that, putting the day in order in your head. Everything is very quiet. Honey is in her room. She's probably already asleep. Her boy is probably asleep from before her even. You smile as you think of him. Same calm ways as his mother, as your Honey.