The old woman mumbled, “Maybe he didn’t raise the dead.” He said with sorrow, “I wasn’t there, so I can’t say he didn’t.” As his fist hit the ground, he said,” I wisht I had been there.” He continued, “It ain’t right I wasn’t there because if I had of been there I would have known.”
The old women moved her body as if a ghost possessed her. She said, “Why you’re one of my babies. You’re one of my own children!” She reached him for as an angel descending from heaven. She had a glow around her. In that old woman The Misfit saw the face of his own mother. For a moment, he succumbed to the old women’s will, until she touched his shoulder. The touch may have seemed similar to his mother's, but it wasn’t her. He knew that Jesus only brought back