![]() ![]() “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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