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Show Blue Run/20 subscription bills from Horny Housewives and a picture of Rocky, shirtless on some Costa Rican mountainside. He looks like Meg. Lara turns my face to hers with her little hand. "Why do you stay in bed so long, daddy?" "Mama died yesterday " It just comes out. Lara says, "Died?" "Went home" She nods so I see her thinking. "Oh," she says. We're all at the long glass-covered table that looks out onto the kidney shaped pool with its tile mosaic turtles and little statue of Saint Francis of Assisi. Lara's humming this song about three elephants. Squirrels tightrope the telephone wire beyond the pool. Renee passes a sheet of paper she's downloaded with airfare prices-out of this world. "Take the rental," Cap says. "Steal the son of a bitch " He's fried a plateful of sausages and is going to town on eggs three ways-sunny side for Meg, scrambled for Lara and Renee, over-easy for me, a skillet of hashbrowns popping on one back burner. "That's what I'd do." Meg says, "Today's the shower " Her hands tremble and a quiver sets in at the corners of her lips. Renee has a framed black and white of her as a bride, dragging this long white train, so beautiful and strange. She'd once left a diary on our night stand. Inside was written, top ten disappointments of my life. I'll never have a daughter who's a beauty queen, one entry reads Another says, How can she love him? "Just take the truck. Drive it on out. Turn it in in Little Rock. What can they do?" O.W. and Traceleen were just now deciding on the bride-white casket, the shining Deluxe |
