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Show tfoodworth/64 you kids. But I know that you don't care. You and Meg don't care about me. Meg goes off and lives in New York and doesn't even come home for Thanksgiving. And Jake...When I try so hard to make everything all right." Her mother's voice catches. She heaves and coughs. Marty throws another paper clip at the secretary. The secretary turns and looks at her beligerantly. "I'm going," she hisses. Marty points towards the door, and the secretary huffs out, slamming the door behind her. "...I realized that you kids don't even care any more. Don't even understand, or try to, about what I am going through. And then the electricity went off, and I had to sit in the dark until your father came home. And then when he did, and I told him I had called the electrician, he laughed at me and said that I had only blown a fuse, and if the electrician came, he would charge fifty dollars for fixing something that only cost fifty cents. And I said that to me it was worth it, because otherwise I would have had to sit in the dark, and who knows who would have gotten into the house?" Ruth gulps. Marty hears ice cubes hit the side of a glass. "And then do you know what he did?" Marty feels a pang of guilt that she had spent the night at Rachael's, stoned and laughing on the floor. "Mom, I really don't think it's as bad as all that. You have to understand his..." "And then he didn't even fix it. He said he wanted to change first, and then he would. But I don't even think he knew how, because when he finally went down into the cellar..." She starts crying, damp and sniffly, like a child. "Mom, you have to realize that he's been at the hospital working all day. You have to be at least willing to meet him half way, to understand..." |
