07.02.03 - 10:17 p.m.
your mother, sweet as pie - what i thought but
didnt know for certain - oh who you let believe
herself an inconvenience, who just wants to
go to one lousy quilt show (who is neither as
strange nor absentminded as you describe) who
sighs tiredly, shrugs when i urge
he should pick you up, and gladly!
says flatly that she seems like a nice girl, trails off with
a hopeful, resolved nod.