I looked over at Kat again and she was glaring at me, almost as red as her hair with tears running down her cheeks. She shook her fist at me, but neve... stopped laughing."Will somebody please tell me what's so funny? I worried about that poor kitty getting eaten by the dogs all night long. I even walked around the house looking for the poor thing. He wasn't in any of the trees and I didn't see any hair in the yard."I got up and went to the front porch. I couldn't help myself. It was either that. Her faded pale yellow flowered gown and the area where she’d fallen was soaked in urine. ‘Mama, why didn’t you call me,’ I scolded as I gently started to pull her soaked gown over her head. ‘Cause I heard you in the shower and didn’t wanna bother you, Daisy,’ Mother answered with her head hung down, rubbing her eyes with her balled up fists. ‘I hate being like this Daisy. I’m just a burden to you.’ ‘Ah Mama,’ I croaked out as my throat tightened with tears, ‘you aren’t a burden! You’re just my. "Hey, can I come over? You got a dope body," he said, looking her up and down. She ignored him, she kept staring at Matt, her eyes brimming with tears."Shut up!" was all Matt could manage. He looked down at his hands, God, why can't she stop staring at me like that? He looked up again, meeting her steady gaze. Her eyes suddenly turned hostile, no longer sad. Her chest heaved up and down. Matt was petrified she was going to scream, "I HATE YOU!" at the top of her lungs. Instead, she spun on her. Now, just sit here and watch what happens on that screen. We’ll talk when I get… “Lori, number 3, please.” That’s my cue. I slip out of my chair and onto my hands and knees. The carpet pushes into the palms of my hands and the curve of my knees. It doesn’t hurt, but it almost does, I can feel it. I arch my back, first up and then down, stretching. I lift my arm, lick the back of my wrist, and rub it behind the furry, purple ear on top of my head. Turning toward you, I see the lust in your.