One D.O.A., One on the Way: A Novel
Mary Robison
Language: English
Pages: 176
ISBN: 1582433054
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
With her trademark biting humor and breathtaking facility with minimalist language, Mary Robison, author of the award-winning Why Did I Ever, sets the stage for a beguiling Southern Gothic sure to delight her fanatical following and new readers alike.
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. . . electricity . . . mad.” [164] There was one other husband, for a time in the early ’90s—Kenny. Who got up from our dining table one evening after he finished his meal, ambled downstairs to the street, and jumped in front of a moving car. Then he wouldn’t speak about it, not to me. I assume he talked with his doctors at the hospital, as they kept him for months, and loaded him up with different bottles of medication on his release. I just wasn’t very intelligent. He took the meds until
at me,” says he. “Sorry. My husband’s sick, and I’m just afraid you’re going to get stuck.” I say, “Use my van, if anything like that happens. But keep it immaculately clean for driving these people around. Remember to carry I.D.” [182] There’s a surgeon here in the waiting room talking to the twins’ father, nodding, talking some more, hands in his coat’s big patch pockets. Adam is not the one getting a new liver today, it turns out. Saunders is a few seats down from me. He has his eyes
closed. She opens them sleepily, and closes them again, shaking her head. “Nothing to do with that, don’t you know. Now it’s just about money and paying to keep me locked up.” She looks so pretty. Her champagne hair, immaculate skin, a gargantuan sweater. Her hands tug the sweater’s sleeves down her wrists against some inner chill. Everything about her is graceful, even in her sickness and despair. [193] “I did what you told me,” says Kip the producer. “But something didn’t smell right. You
did a film of this, didn’t he? Give him a call. I’m assuming you know where to find Ms. Jolie. Even little things about her schedule would be good to learn. I’m sure they’re through finding bodies? I heard you can still see dogs’ skeletons that were tangled up in the power lines. I mean, the smell in these areas must be ungodly.” My thoughts are on my fingers. I’m checking how far each of them will bend back. [208] Smash & Grab are here to join us for lunch. “You gotta tell me which one’s
so we can both pretend. We gaze together at the screen as if the commercial involves more than a dull-looking twosome in fishing gear urging the purchase of something. [65] It’s 6:30 in the A.M. Collie’s opened my bedroom door a little. I see her eye. “Where do you keep the paper cups for baking cupcakes?” she asks me. I say, “This is Mars and we’re on it.” “They’re colored paper cups,” she says. I say, “Oh, those. They’re in the drawer with my parakeets.” “Never mind,” she says, and