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Show Inside Out, 160 "Well, I'm going to bed," she said, finally. "Oh, are you sure? I could come out. We could eat some flan" "No. I'm not hungry. I'll eat some at breakfast. Goodnight, Mom." Terra backed out of the door again, pulling the door shut on the scene of her mother, hair rumpled, still staring confusedly around the room. Notebook for Or. Scofield Oear Mom, Remember that night, a few days after the funeral, when you came into my room and rubbed my feet? I didn't talk to you then. But I wanted to say that the rubbing felt good. Really good. I see you watching me and I know you're wondering what's bothering me. But I don't know how talk to you about it. I think because I feel guilty. I feel awful about being mad at you, because I imagine you 're hurting too. The thing is that I'm not sure that you even care about Oad. I know you 're hurting about Joe. But I'm wondering about Oad. Because the way I saw things, you didn't tike him much before the accident. You were always bugging him to go to church, trying to get him to change. I know he wasn 't around much, but maybe he just had to work a lot. Was it fair to bug him about that? I remember you bugging and bugging him. And now he's around all the time. Is that what you wanted? |