| OCR Text |
Show Motherlunge a novel 112 He wanted to be reminded of the due date and the sex of the baby. He asked about Jack and Eli, and about my job. He asked what books I was reading. The prison library had a lot of Louis L'Amour, apparently. "And your mom?" I told him that she had been in the Corda Springs hospital, and that we had arranged for Pavia to be her guardian. "That's a great idea! People are always going to want to take advantage of her, you know." "I know." "Nice lady," he said. "I know." "She wasn't always like that, Thea." "People always thought she was nice." "I mean she wasn't always so out there. Like now. In her own little world, you know?" "You think?" I asked. "How would you know?" "When you and Pavia were little, she wasn't so bad." "She wasn't so good, either." "Hey," Joseph said firmly. "Look at you and your sister." "Who, us? The people without a TV?" There was silence on the line for a minute. "You need a TV? She loved you, Thea." "It was a 27-inch, less than a year old," I said. |
