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“Who?” Linda asked.

She didn’t leave. Not that day. But she didn’t stay either. She sat by the window and watched the river move past, slow and brown, and for the first time in eleven years, she let herself taste the word mother again. bitter in the mouth pdf

Her mother was thinner than memory allowed. She sat in a recliner under a crocheted blanket, even though it was July. Her hands were bird-bones wrapped in skin. “Who

It tasted like nothing too.

“Where are you going?” her mother asked. slow and brown

The bitter ones were the worst. Forgive tasted like crushed aspirin. Return like dandelion stem. Mother like burnt toast scraped black.

She hadn’t spoken to her mother in eleven years.