Last Week, Emma Made Them Promise Something,” The Grandmother Said, Her Voice Barely A Whisper. “She Knew She Was Tired. She Knew She Wasn’t Going To Get Better This Time. She Called The Leader, A Man They Call ‘Iron,’ To Her Bedside. She Told Him, ‘I Don’t Want To Be Scared When I Go To See God. I Want You To Make It Loud So The Angels Know I’m Coming.’”