Okra 1

The baby’s name was Okra. And for a long time after it died Moe wondered if the name hadn’t been a mistake. Forever and forever she would be mourning a baby named Okra. Couldn’t she have named the baby Betty? Or Susie? Something which ended with the tongue resting back in the mouth. Not a name which opened your throat so wide with love. Anything could fly in. You were so vulnerable—