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Show -17c and I don't want to see him anymore." "What about your mother? is she at home?" "No." "Is she dead?" "Not dead. Or she might be; I don't know. She ran off with another man." "I'm sorry." "I was too. But it happened a long time ago; I've had a chance to get over it. And anyway she was a bitch." J. Cash's voice came drifting to us from where we had parked the truck. "You kids all right? Good night." "Tell me about your dad," Jenny said. "NO. " "Come on." "He's sorry he was born," I said. "Beyond that he's sorry that we took America away from the Indians. The only thing he wants to do in life is make little carvings of Indians and buffaloes and horses. The only white people he can stand to think about are the old mountain men." "He sounds nice," Jenny said. "Do you remember your mother?" "My mother was a bitch, my father's a fool," I said. I slipped my hand inside her shirt and touched her kitten breasts, I waited for her to push me away; instead she leaned closer and kissed me on the lips. |