ZEKE
(He was almost two years old when I wrote this, he’s now ten.) It’s early, early morning. When they pull up, he’s all cuddled in his baby quilt, securely fastened in his car seat and sound asleep. I can feel his mama’s worry when I open the car door and slip in. I keep her talking with my questions. She’s scared. She has a hard time trying to tell me what’s wrong. It makes me realize it hasn’t ever…