It is that I loved Mama the best.

No matter how much he loved Mama.

Roanna loved riding almost as much as she had loved Mama and Daddy.

But also, he loves Mama, she thought.

We love Mama," he said, "she gives much more than she takes.

He loved Mama, and we know what he did to her.

And he loved Mama to the point of unreason.

And then, a heartbeat later, "And I love you, too, Mama."

How can I not love Mama, when she has always been everything a mother ought to be?

I do love him, Mama, but it still scares me.