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As usual, I was making plans to rectify the crimes of my motherhood when He interrupted.
Malik was making chocolate chip pancakes, like a douchebag.
Horrible wigs!
“You know. No screams on his face, no birthdays, no goldfish, no jokes, no flights. Hard to picture a man like that enjoying the simple things, like a rocking chair. Or a volcano.
Miraculous. Joan recalls the existence of dogs, craft stores, painkillers, the public library. Cream ribboning through coffee. The scent of the lilacs near her childhood home. Brown sugar on a summer strawberry.
Bigness is always demanding to be distinguished from smallness, you know?”
The booze and the weed deconstructed Todd’s room, rebuilt it into some kind of boat. I swayed.
She feels angry, and sweaty, and delighted that he’s putting his mouth where she put her mouth. She feels like she’s about to throw up, undress, sprout wings.
