I stare at my mother as she walks toward me with eggs in each hand. She may be insane, but she has seen and experienced things. Things that other people haven’t understood. By the time she reaches me, the hellions have all run off. “Are you okay?” she asks. I nod. “How’d you do that?” “It does stink something awful, doesn’t it?” My mom wrinkles her nose at me. I stare at her, speechless, before I let out a weak laugh.
