Not one fucking word. I thanked her and she just drove right off, a bundle of fury. I got it. I really did. She was coming home to a mama with a brain injury and facing her old demons, with her new life about to massively clash with the old.Trust me.I got that.I stomped up to the trailer and did a double take. There was a porch light. Two, in fact. And both of them lightbulbs worked. The porch had a floor. A sturdy one, like a deck. The screen door opened properly and was fully screwed in to the exterior wall. It didn’t squeak.I knew Mama had replaced all the plumbing under and in the house ’cause I’d sent her the money to pay for it after I got a big paycheck for the Island of Eden concert the band had done. But what I found was so surreal.The furniture was the same. The scarred linoleum in the kitchen was the same. But all of Mama’s piles of winnings and junk was gone. You could walk a straight line from the kitchen table to the couch. You could see actual pictures of me as a kid on the bookshelves.
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