It’s my hope that she forgets until Ahnou is finished and gone before I sit down and confront her about…well, everything. Taking my tax money. Giving it to Chet. Having a spare key made. Giving it to Chet. Never helping me with my dyslexia. Fuck, this list could on for days. I cough, drawing back my mother’s attention. “Would you like a pumpkin-apple turnover?” “Gross, Fern. Do I look like I want to weigh as much as you?” “THAT’S IT! LISTEN UP, YOU BI—”
