And so it begins…
The fridge was broken so we had to use the ice we had stored over the holidays to keep cool. Mom was always a hard ass, she never liked using the ice because, it was, as she put it, “archaic bullshit that had no place in modern society.” I continued to eat the strained pears that she had prepared for me. “Coffee or tea?” she asked, as I lifted my head from the collection of obituaries that had gathered on the table. “Nah.” I grunted “I’m… ok.”
“Some saltines then?” she inquired.
“Fuck no.”