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Show Go Love/175 derby car for my cubscouts meet. What the fuck? "We've had four days now Joey Me and Trace. That's enough " He's on one side of Mama's dark doorway, I'm on the other. In the hallway with both of us dressed up again, darkening the full-length mirror he's screwed to the end wall. Just like before, her between us Life is the brute and the healer, Mama'd say. All my life I'd dreamed of breaking O.W 's bones, of knocking teeth out of his head-and what kind of way was that for a son to think about its daddy? Once Renee asked, "How on earth can you love that man?" and the edge of my defense shocked. "How's it possible to love anybody?" I demanded. And the question stands-do we love because or despite? Dumb tmck driver or the snake emboldened, why love? What do I know? Mama's dead, and that feels like the world "Can I ask you something? O.W?" He says, "Sure " "What's woodpussv?" "What?" "Woodpussy." Up the hall Lara's laughing, and I hear Tough Man's little dog paws clicking on the kitchen floor Somebody's chased Mama's little dog down and brought it home. Before Jimmy's funeral, I thought we'd all die. "Because that day we fought, when I broke your tooth, you called me a woodpussy What's that?" The solemn look melts, and he's just him again, O.W., a man who'd given Mama a loaf of white bread on the day they met. He says it, "Woodpussy " "Yea." "Remember all those antelope? That place I took you, highway 80 outside Rawlins?" |
