| Once I remember thinking
Skull on a stick and... 250 |
[Feb. 10th, 2010|03:00 am] |
Once I remember thinking
Skull on a stick and hating myself for the thought
And hating myself more for knowing, in the deep
reaches of my heart, that if one of them had to
sicken that way, I was glad it had been herI
always tried to believe that I loved both my
daughters with the same weight and intensity, but
it wasn't trueMaybe it is for some parents - I
think it was for Pam - but it never was for me
And did Melinda know?
Of course she did
"Are you taking care of yourself?" I asked her I could almost see her rolling her
eyes"How many bunches?"
"A million and one for under your pillow," she
said, as if humoring a child
I sat there for a little while, looking out at the
water, rubbing absently at my eyes, then made what
I hoped would be the day's last call
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