Light: Darryl

Angela had taken her first sip of herbal tea when Kelly and Darryl came into the break room, Kelly talking non-stop.

“But do you think being born is like dying, you know, like all ‘Go toward the light!’ when you’re in the birth canal, or is it like you’re in a tunnel being pushed and shoved from all around and squeezed out like toothpaste, or is it…”

“Kelly, quiet down, girl. Can’t you see Angela needs some peace?” Darryl addressed Angela, saying, “Don’t you worry, little mama. We’ll have our snack in the kitchen.”

Angela looked up gratefully and smiled.