I still love the smell of new Kotex. Sometimes dogs go crazy over shoes, sniffing the leather like drug addicts. That same year my breasts grew big as hers. I wondered about her motives. Why she left us the following year.
Women are tricky like that.
Surely, it was her departure that eventually gave me the courage to finish her off. Still, I think we loved each other. Play dead, Mom. There are plenty of other women around if I want that kind of company. I slide my hand along the ceiling of the blanket suspended between us, take blind aim, lower my hand.