Fritz flailed against his mother wildly, crying generous tears. Here was the place behind the shed where she had used to hide from Roddy’s persecutions, and here the border of herbaceous perennials under whose stems was fairyland. They did not speak until he had driven past town limits and were on the highway. And yet, at the end of this prayer a subconscious thought broke through to consciousness. My parents would have given me the money, so that is exactly why I didn’t ask them. There were two. She was silent.
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