15/03/2026 13:53

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What struck me was my memory of how easily and gracefully she had told that little lie about the store burning down, how she had fretted so convincingly about the red dress. invalid that, one day, my grandmother had imagined she herself might become-with someone like Lydia looking after her. He was not accustomed to the semidarkness of my mother's room when she was sleeping, when the dummy stood over her-that unmistakable body, in profile, in perfect silhouette. He held the machete in one hand, the bayonet in the other.

I PURPOSELY DIDN'T SPELL EVERYTHING CORRECTLY. I DON'T SEE YOU HANGING OUT WITH THOSE ASSHOLES-I DON'T SEE YOU HANGING OUT WITH ANYBODY. YOU GET THEM AND KEEP THEM FOR ME. Michael's-it was the tadpoles and toads he was sorry about.