It's not hope," said Jocundra. "It's just confusion. I know he's dead." "Sure it's hope," said Mr. Brisbeau. "Me, I ain't no genius, but I can tell y… - Lucius Shepard

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It's not hope," said Jocundra. "It's just confusion. I know he's dead."
"Sure it's hope," said Mr. Brisbeau. "Me, I ain't no genius, but I can tell you 'bout hope. When my boy he's missin' in action, I live wit hope for ten damn years. It's the cruelest thing in the world. If it get a hook in you, maybe it never let you go no matter how hopeless things really is." He closed up the sack and laughed. "I remember what my grand-mère used to say 'round breakfas' time. My brother John he's always after her to fix pancakes. Firs' ting ever' mornin' he say, 'Well, I hope we're goin' to have pancakes.' And my grand-mère she tell him jus' be glad his belly's full, him, and then she say, 'You keep your hope for tomorrow, boy, 'cause we got grits for today.'" He stood and shouldered the sack. "Maybe that's all there is to some kinds of hopin'. It makes them grits go down easier.