I was anxious about my mom so I made sure I was home before her and spent some time with her and like I’m glad I did ’cause she wasn’t as good a... she could be. I also picked up all the video tapes we’d made of Nancy and me and all the sketches and story board stuff because I was like scared Nancy’s dad might come over again and like search our place. I thought about what to do with them and then phoned Mrs Price and late Sunday morning she came by and picked up the stuff and also gave me a lift. Figuring that it was just the lighting, I shrugged my shoulders, took the Tums, and headed downstairs. Carrie was reading a book. I looked at it and smiled."I didn't know you were into that stuff." I said.Carrie looked up and giggled. "Well, I'm just curious."I shrugged and headed to the television set. For some reason, I lingered on the Spanish station for a while. Carrie then asked me if I had plans for tomorrow night. I said no, and she smiled mysteriously.The next evening, I was getting. She'd screamed for a long time. Although, the fact that her abdomen no longer held most of her internal organs might have been the cause as well. There wasn't much time left in her, but it didn't matter.Kneeling down beside her, I ignored the reek of ruptured entrails and spoke to her softly. "I wish I had the power to heal your body so that you might endure this every night for every soul you've ever hurt. But I can't and I don't think your mind would stay whole through it all. Everything has. She languidly let the soft fuzziness of sleep leave her and warmly thought about last night--and the long, wonderfully delicious parade of days and nights since that fateful weekend when she and Sandy had been blackmailed.She propped herself up on her elbows and saw that her daughter was standing at the window, peeking through the thin sheer netting of the curtains. Sandy was naked, just as she'd been when she had peacefully drifted into sleep after she and Alice had sucked and tongued each.