I learned quite early, certain things you just didn’t need to tell Mama. Not just my Mama, mind you, but mamas in general. ‘Cause even my Mama was scared of hers. One afternoon as we came through town, Mama wasn’t paying attention as closely as she should have and ran through a red light. “Mama!” I cried, expecting the police to appear out of nowhere to arrest her. “Shhh,” she quieted me. “That light changed too quickly on me. It didn’t even turn yellow.” I wasn’t sure of the facts; I was just in shock my Mama broke the law.