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Yeah, and? Nothing has changed.
Still dealing with the fallout of choices,
not her own, made twenty years ago.
Anyway, slow down, you grow mold.
Another favorite saying. “But don’t
you ever get mad about … stuff?”
Hunter, I used to live “mad.” Didn’t help.
I REACH WAY BACK
Into memory, to another
Christmas. I must have been ten.
Kristina was here with Donald.
He would have been three.
Ron was supposed to come
with them that year, so Mom got
them a hotel room. That man
will not stay under this roof.
She didn’t give a reason, and
I wondered why she was so angry.
On their way out of Vegas,
Ron was arrested. Kristina claimed
it was an outstanding traffic
ticket. We found out later it was
for a domestic violence warrant.
Kristina came alone, checked into
her room on Christmas Eve,
and when she didn’t show up for
our usual family dinner, Mom
was mad. You can’t ever rely on her.
But she was also worried
and sent Dad out to look for her.
