Part of me was always glad my mother found a way to cast off the shackles of her ordinary consciousness.
Which came first, the drugs or the schizophrenia?
One time I do skip one, but Mamma and Mr. Leon are on the blanket smiling at each other and don’t see.
Lines don’t come cheap or easy. It just sounds as if they do.
It’s moments like these that are as familiar as holding hands or moving in synchronicity under the bed sheets.
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