Faith’s smile obscures the pain of the past and her fear of bullets smashing into her mother’s apartment. A magnolia tree she named April gives her comfort. She enters April through a small passage, feeds her and checks her heartbeat. Nearby, Hattie Mae is a fading echo of the young girl. The older woman looks back and dreams of youth. She places handwritten messages on a battered stump in her front yard telling those who pass to live now.