Bikers Were Painting My Dead Mother’s House Pink At 4AM And I Didn’t Know Any Of Them

anything? Why didn’t she push harder?”

“She did. In her way. She called you every month.”

“I know. And I always said I was busy.”

“She knew that wasn’t true. But she respected your space. Said you’d come home when you were ready.”

“I wasn’t ready until she was gone.”

Walt let that sit. Didn’t argue with it. Didn’t try to make me feel better.

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