Mom wants to know something.
29
Jul
2001
I know Mom wants to know something. She creeps in here while I’m at my computer, lies down on my bed, pets my cat. Strikes up a conversation about something random, unimportant. Conversation fails, she lingers. There’s something she wants to know, but doesn’t want to ask. If only I would bring up the topic, if only Katie would just volunteer the information. I’m sure that’s what she’s thinking. But I sit here typing and ignoring her. The cat gets angry, bites her hand and jumps off the bed. She gets up, slowly walks out of the room.
