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I wave my hand in the air, “Maj, I don’t want to hear it. I asked you guys to start packing your own lunches, and what Kallan chooses to pack is none of your concern.” “Mother, I have valid concerns AND THEY ARE MINE!” Kallan conceals her lunch-bag from my view and stuffs things …Sisterly kill-ink “Alright, Maj. Let’s get a few things straight.” Maj waves stiff parallel arms up and down in front of her body, “Mother, I am ramrod straight. All the things are straight. Talk all you want, but the straightness of the things? I have mastered that.” “Maj, you are getting on my nerves.” She waves …Nudging the ass of mothering “We gots us twelve seats. All in a row. Count ‘em, Billy. That don’t look like twelve.” “Don’t speak at me bout dere not be room. That’s cause them fokes there be in our seats.” “Lord, how I end up with a man ‘fraid to claim the seats he done paid for? I ain’t …I be suddle I walk down into the basement office where Mark is working on his computer, “Alright, the girls are in bed, and they want you to come up and hug them goodnight. Neither of them is happy, by which I mean that they are both quite hysterical with rage. Please do not engage the girls …Venomous pronged hug |
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Top-of-the-line regret
Kallan walks down the stairs and into the room where I sit reading my book. She is all softness and contrition, her posture rounded, her arms outstretched in apology, her eyes huge and sorrowful as she meets my gaze, “I’m sorry I yelled at you, Mom. I love you. I shouldn’t have yelled. I’m …Top-of-the-line regret