Death Rhythm
“He couldn't believe it, couldn't accept it."I tried to talk her into telling you herself, but she wasn't ready.""How could she? How could she tell me something like that?" Andy's voice was a whisper, aimed at the floor. "How could she have even looked at me the way she did, the way a mother looks at a child, with all of that - that hate - running behind those eyes?""Andy." Mae touched his shoulder, running her fingers over the collar bone and stopped at his neck, squeezing gently. "Why be angry now? She spent her time in the hospital, just like I did. She's had all those years of treatment.""But still - it's so evil.""Was, Andy. Was evil. Or mad. Or sick. But she's had that under control for years, now. She's changed so much. You have to accept her for who she is now."Accept her? Knowing what she did? Then remembering the nights she came into his room, thinking he was asleep, the countless nights, his mother - "You're my baby doll, Andy, my baby doll" - he suddenly felt sick."I just c...an't believe my mother could - ""I know, I know.MoreLess
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