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Show Go Love/173 times Mama needed to witness again and again as she struggled from bed to hottub and back to bed Probably our hallway was like every other hallway on Willy Ray Street. We held no monopoly on fucked-upedness, surely we didn't. O.W. opens Mama's door. It's real dark inside, I can't see a thing "This stuff needs looking through," he tells me. "Today?" "So you'll know what's here." "What's here?" To my surprise, the big old man starts to cry, and he looks like Jimmy for a second, so that I wonder if he was like my brother once, just a sweet kid, about to get the ride of his life-is that what Mama fell in love with? "I tried to call her," he says. "I've always dreaded calling in the afternoon and getting no answer." "What happened?" "I wish that bitch would leave." He nods back up the hall. "I have to tell you something. Mama'd want me to tell you." I'm face to face with O W. For years I dreamed myself grown up enough to kill him I could throttle him this second, I could try. Isn't that what it's all about, kill your daddy and take Mama back? I do, I do, I do-the nursery room needle caught, skipping in the grooves of time? Even if Buddy Washer has somehow made the drive with Davey, dressed up as whatever the fuck, we have no history together, no trace. Like it or no~O.W.'s the one. We're standing at the doorway Up in the living room, the pale-faced man's reading I have a new commandment, that ye love one another as I have loved you. My father's face is straight in front of mine, his blue eyes very much |