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So off I went, hopping on 94E and then 61S to Hastings As I whizzed past the disturbing nue Grove stretch, I re to yourself was suicidal So I wasn&039;t deluding et out of there

Not that I didn&039;t want to be around my friends, or my husband But too much had happened in just a few hoursand that wasn&039;t countingh I was checking on her to make sure the Antichrist hadn&039;t kidnapped her and my brother, or stabbed thees to the in a soup kitchen

Ugh, T&039;giving I alet Gads, I hated that holiday And for the record, I hated it long before it was trendy to despise the celebration of the genocidal slaughter (was that redundant?) of Native Ari them with arrows

It see was a holiday custos? What traditional family? What family, for that matter? Even if , the Ant always talked hienocide of innocent native etc, etc Jessica&039;s parents had, thank God, died in November, so she really didn&039;t like November holidaysthat wasn&039;t completely true; she had no problem with Veteran&039;s Day, come to think of it

Laura&039;s adopted faether as a familysoup kitchen central, which is lovely on paper but the reality is, you&039;re on your feet all day serving cheap food to desperate people I did it once and, yes, I&039; ho suicide by too ht? Yeah I&039;m aware of how all that sounded And I could make new traditions with my husband and brother/son, and Jessica and Dee-Nick&039;s new baby, and Tina and Marc But that would involvea concerted effort not to loathe T&039;giving, and the whole thing just sounded exhausting

Despite my pissy fulminations, my spirits rose when I pulled onto Fourth, my mom&039;s street, and headed toward her neat and clean two-story HopeBabyJon would be walking before er Probably I should really crack a baby book one of these days I had no idea what milestones to obsess about with other sisters/moms

Just the fact that BabyJon ith my mother was cool, and odd In the early days, Mo her dead husband&039;s love child (He, Laura, and I all had the same dad) But soingly comply so I could help the Antichrist kill a serial killer, or rescue Sinclair froeon full of evil librarians and pissed-off olves

But as the weeks turned to months the l&039;il shitbox had charood baby, and only cried when he was hungry or cold Cute as all hell, too Mom had actually volunteered to take him for the weekend the day before Laura and I disappearedI hadn&039;t had to ask her Which turned out great, seeing as hoent to hell the next day But I digress

Now I needed to see him, wanted to hold him and study his cute fat baby body, and marvel at the infant who technically wasn&039;t row into an admirable man in the future The only son I would have, ever

Was part of nancy simple jealousy? I had to admit that it wasI was selfish, but not deluded

And I&039;ll admit it: I missed him! Granted, once he was around for a couple of hours and had shat his way through all the diapers in the bag and barfed pea puree all over led to Sinclair&039;s Cole Haans and slobbered Enfaht now, I did So here I was

I pulled up to ht on the Mississippi River My mom&039;s house was in Con, a holdover froht) cows

Minor digression: what is it with people letting animals dictate major roadways or sites for , "Hey, if it&039;s good enough for sloitted grain-grinding bovines, it&039;s good enough to hold the city for the next four hundred years," and called it I-93

In Mexico, they observed an eagle eating a snake while perched on a cactus and said, "Guys! You guys! We should totally build Tenochtitlan here!" and bam! Up went another enoruess, the snake After all, what are the odds of seeing a cactus and a snake in the desert, with a desert eagle?

Don&039;t even get me started on the whole let&039;s-build-the-nation&039;s-capital-in-the- about DC I justI don&039;t know People think I&039;ht, but I&039;d never build a ginor so fro around it in my haste to see mom and son/bro, but skidded to a halt the minute my feet touched her front walk

A lass-cut front door Kissingeoh my Godwas this a booty call? Was my mother his booty call?

Before I even knew I&039;d taken a step, I had ers sunk into his left shoulder "I don&039;t care who you are, you&039;ve never been closer to being risly way" I yanked He flew Mom shrieked