Mourning A Mother and Son Tale
MourningA Mother and Son TaleBy SpectreIt was two days after the funeral that Mom had her worst breakdown. Nobody expected Dad to die, though many of us had long wished he would. He was a mean drunkard who regularly beat us as k**s, although Mom worshiped him. So when he died she was the only one who took it hard."She's not going to make it," Carla was saying to me in the kitchen when Mom walked in, shuffling in her stocking feet, hair a mess, still in her black dress. We fell silent and...