Umber (47.7 — Oleander’s Story)
August 12, 2012 § 2 Comments
Mama was talking. Her voice sounded weak, as if she were sick.
“Oh, Leroy. Where we live doesn’t matter. I’d already given up on nearly every single thing I thought we were working for, but I never gave up on you. Until now. I love you, but I’ve wasted too many years believing your lies and hoping you’d grow up. I’m done, I’m finished. Move in with that hussy, that trick rider, if you want; I don’t give a damn any more. No, that’s not true…oh, I don’t know, I just have had all I’m going to take from you. Maybe she’ll have better luck with you than I have. I’ll be expecting support money from you for Oleander. Pack your bags; I want you out of here now.”