To the nearest 10 miles Mother and I practiced our prepared remarks in case the worst should happen
and the feds showed up. Under no circumstances was I allowed to tell them that my mother was a
midwife. We’d explain our motivations if they pressed us on the subject.
While they were here, I couldn’t say anything. She called it “the art of existence.”
You know what they say: “I’m just going to go away.” You’ve only ever claimed to be asleep when in fact
you weren’t.”
Something you can’t do anything about since you don’t know what it is
Recall our purpose for being here.
“She went on to explain. “Don’t make any other concessions to them.”
In order to hang me, “they don’t need any additional rope.”
Mother’s silence was deafening. As she drove by, I kept my eyes fixated on her. Incredulous, her face
contorted into a look of shock.
The dashboard lights cast a spectral glow on it, giving it an eerie appearance.
In rural areas, a sharp contrast of white against the pitch-blackness of the roads can be seen. I was
paralyzed by fear.
Visible in the way she smiled, the way her hair was bunched up on top of her head, and everything
about her
Her teeth were chattering as she t”ghte’ed her lips. When it was just the two of us, she put everyone
else on the back burner.
In the eyes of others, she was known for her persona. Once again she had reverted to her previous
state.
Suffocating and emaciated