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Mommy, I said softly that next night.


Why did you come here?

There was a pause, as though she was shifting her position in the chair, but my head was turned toward the window.

Because your husband called and asked for me to come. He needed you babysat, I believe.

For a long while there was silence, maybe it was ten minutes, maybe it was almost an hour, I really dont know, but finally I said, Well, thank you anyway, and she did not reply.

In the middle of the night, I woke from a nightmare I could not remember. Her voice came quietly, Wizzle-dee, sleep. Or if you cant sleep, just rest. Please rest, honey.

Youre never sleeping, I said, trying to sit up. How can you go every night never sleeping? Mom, its been two nights!

Dont worry about me, she said. She added, I like your doctor. Hes watching out for you. The residents know nothing, how can they? But hes good, hell see to it that you get better.

I like him too, I said. I love him.

A few minutes later she said, Im sorry we had so little money when you kids were growing up. I know it was humiliating.

In the dark I felt my face become very warm. I dont think it mattered, I said.

Of course it mattered.

But were all fine now.

Im not so sure. She said this thoughtfully. Your brother is almost a middle-aged man who sleeps with pigs and reads childrens books. And Vicky shes still mad about it. The kids made fun of you at school. Your father and I didnt know that, I suppose we should have. Vickys really still pretty mad.

At you?

Yes, I think so.

Thats silly, I said.

No. Mothers are supposed to protect their children.

After a while I said, Mom, there are kids with mothers who sell them for drugs. There are kids whose mothers take off for days and just leave them. There are I stopped. I was tired of what was sounding untrue.

She said, You were a different kind of kid from Vicky. And from your brother too. You didnt care as much what people thought.

What makes you say that? I asked.

Well, look at your life right now. You just went ahead anddid it.

I see. I didnt see, though. How do we ever see something about our own self? When I went to school when I was little, I said, lying flat on my back on the hospital bed, the lights from the buildings showing through the window, Id miss you all day. I couldnt talk when a teacher called on me, because I had a lump in my throat. I dont know how long it lasted. But I missed you so much, sometimes Id go into the bathroom to cry.

Your brother threw up.

I waited for a moment. Many moments went by.

Finally she said, Every morning before school in fifth grade your brother threw up. I never found out why.

Mom, I said, what childrens books does he read?

The ones about the little girl on the prairie, theres a series of them. He loves them. Hes not slow, you know.

I turned my eyes toward the window. The light from the Chrysler Building shone like the beacon it was, of the largest and best hopes for mankind and its aspirations and desire for beauty. That was what I wanted to tell my mother about this building we saw.

I said, Sometimes I remember the truck.

The truck? My mothers voice sounded surprised. I dont know anything about a truck, she said. What do you mean, your fathers old Chevy truck?

I wanted to say oh, terribly I wanted to say: Not even when there was the really, really long brown snake in there with me one time? I wanted to ask her this, but I could not bear to say the word, even now I can barely stand to say the word, and to tell anyone how frightened I was when I saw that I had been locked into a truck with such a long brown And he moved so quickly. So quickly.

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