me. His eyes were red. “And every time I drive that truck past Earl’s eighty, I want to drive it into the ditch.”
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Mom stood up. She put the carving knife down on the platter with a clatter.Track Pregnancy
“You don’t understand,” she said. “Either of you.”
“Then tell us,” I said.
She stood there by the table in her Sunday apron. Her hands were shaking.
“I was twenty-one,” she said. “Pregnant with you. And my father wouldn’t come to my wedding. He wouldn’t come. To the courthouse. On a Tuesday. He said I’d shamed him.” Her voice cracked. “I didn’t have a dress. I wore my church skirt. Roger’s mother took one picture with a disposable
camera. That’s my wedding. One picture.”
She looked at Brittany.
“And then he spent twenty-five years walking you girls down to that pond with cane poles,” she said.Support Causes
