![]() ![]() “All I can think about is how much I want a bowl of her bacon and cheese grits.” But…she was my mom, Jesse.” My nose was running and without thinking I wiped it on his shoulder as he continued to rock my shaking body. “She was evil and I shouldn’t let her invade my mind. Why are you even thinking about her now?” “Honey, she was barely coherent ninety five percent of the time. “Oh, Emmie.” He blew out a frustrated sigh. We will get you your grits, sweetheart.” He was rocking me now, his voice the one he used for hurt little things. I heard Shane scrambling around then slamming the back door as he raced out. ![]() He lifted me and then sat and put me on his lap. ![]() “Well go get her some damned grits and bacon, Shane!” Jesse yelled, exasperated. “With bacon and cheese like her mom used to make.” “She wants some grits.” I heard Shane telling Jesse. Growing up in a trailer were there were always half empty liquor bottles laying around with crack pipes and heroin needles, it was a wonder that I had turned out half normal. I was subjected to beatings on a regular basis. I hadn’t cried for my mom when she had died. “Em? What’s wrong honey?”īut I couldn’t answer him so I just buried my face in his neck and continued to sob. Jesse’s angry voice demanded to know what was going on and then his strong arms wrapped around me. ![]() I heard footsteps rushing into the kitchen. ![]()
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