“My mother is missing!”
I’m turning in circles.
Bill opens the door from his studio and asks why I’m screaming.
When I tell him “My Mother is Missing!” he says, “Well, I think she will be OK.”
I’m imagining I tell someone I don’t know, that “My mother is missing!”
“Oh my God, your mother is missing?” they might say.
“It’s not so bad, she’s dead already,” I would answer. (more…)