Her mother had taken to getting up in the morning with her,
despite not having to go to work till much later in the day. She would
get out of the shower at around 5am, go downstairs, towel still wrapped around
her head—to find her mother had already made her pancakes and Canadian bacon
with heavy fake syrup drizzled over both. Her mother wouldn’t leave her alone
anymore.
Killing the baby had been a good idea. Her mother obviously
couldn’t take care of it. Grandma was a separate piece of work
altogether. That baby wouldn’t have grown up to be much. She didn’t
have the chance when it was still insider her, so she waited. It’s what I would
have done.
Alison Lo Fraser
www.uncohesion.blogspot.com
St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves
Karen Russell
www.uncohesion.blogspot.com
St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves
Karen Russell