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She didn't care All she cared about was that da I didn't have any more chance with her now than I'd had when she was a dancer Always, always she found so better to do than play with me

I clenched my fists and hit at the doorframe There'd come a time when I was her boss, and she'd listen then She'd knoho she'd better play with She'd been a better ht ballet classes At least she had a free moment once in awhile Now all she did rite, WRITE Mountains and mountains of white paper

Again she stopped paying attention to un to kill the world She didn't even notice when I took a box she'd filled and put aside as she began to fill another with her words on paper

John Amos would be interested in what she'd written But before he read a sheet, I'd read them first Even if I had to use a dictionary every er words she used Appropriateknehat that meant I think

"Good night, Momma"

She didn't hear ht on as if I weren't there

Nobody ever ignored Malcolonna make myself over into Malcolm

A week later I was spying on MoMoht in back and I'll catch you if your knee gives way Just take it easy, Mo just fine"

She didn't walk just fine Every step she took seemed to hurt Jory kept his hands on her waist to keep her fro, and so Weakly she waited for hiain He turned the foot rests into position as she held up her legs "Moer each day"

"But it's taking so long"

"You sit and write too long at a tiet up more often, and sit less"

She nodded, looking exhausted "Who was that long distance call from? Why didn't they want to speak to me?"

His face breaking into a srandmother Marisha I wrote and told her about your fall, and now she's flying West so she can replace you in your school Isn't that great, Mom?"

She didn't look happy even a little bit As for me, I hated that ole witch!

"Jory, you should have told me before"