“What my mom had done was terrible, but not just regular villain terrible. It was something that was wonderful turned terrible. Like a teddy bear that grew fangs. Mom didn’t have to leave us. She wanted to leave us. To live in a place that’s not Alabama and do something that’s not SMART with a man who’s not Douglas and a son who’s not an orphan. And she was there right then not missing me. Dad reached over and patted my leg. He must have been talking to me for a while. “Hey, Cass, you okay?” “No...t really.” “Well, just bear with me until I can locate that special stop I mentioned,” he said. “It’s a place your mom and I always used to talk about taking you someday. When we bought our little Castanea dentata tree, the man at the nursery told us about it. I think it’s not far from here.” How could he bring up my massacred tree at a time like this? I wondered. “You ran over the Castanea dentata,” I said. Despite being totally aware of the fact that Dad hadn’t meant to smash my tree, I still felt like he needed to do some non-surplus suffering for his carelessness.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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