Very Wicked Beginnings
“–Cuba AT THE END of November we lost our play-off game to a school in Austin. I dealt with it like I did everything else. I worked out more, swam more, fucked more. And I studied. Because I had my goal of rectifying myself by helping others, and I wasn’t going to let go of that.
Christmas arrived on a cold morning. I came downstairs with dad, both of us shocked to find Mother in the kitchen, dressed in a classy outfit and wearing make-up.
I stood transfixed. It had been a nearly a year sinc...e I’d seen her looking like she used to when she’d be heading out for some charity or a school board meeting.
She waved a can of cinnamon rolls in front of me. “Good morning. You wanna eat before we open gifts?” She smiled, the effort seeming to come from deep within her.
I swallowed, finding my voice. “Mom?”
She fidgeted. Looking unsure and fragile.
I moved toward her like a man possessed and swept her up in my arms, swinging her around. She laughed, and I buried my face in her neck, inhaling her clean scent.MoreLess
Christmas arrived on a cold morning. I came downstairs with dad, both of us shocked to find Mother in the kitchen, dressed in a classy outfit and wearing make-up.
I stood transfixed. It had been a nearly a year sinc...e I’d seen her looking like she used to when she’d be heading out for some charity or a school board meeting.
She waved a can of cinnamon rolls in front of me. “Good morning. You wanna eat before we open gifts?” She smiled, the effort seeming to come from deep within her.
I swallowed, finding my voice. “Mom?”
She fidgeted. Looking unsure and fragile.
I moved toward her like a man possessed and swept her up in my arms, swinging her around. She laughed, and I buried my face in her neck, inhaling her clean scent.MoreLess
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