...even though you're crazy you will never be a bother....
She returns from the MRI, smiling. I hand her pocketbook to her.
How was it?
"It was fine. I guess. It's like being in a coffin."
I don't ask how she would know.
I made sure you were dressed warmly this time. Last time, you were cold and squirmed a lot.
She sits and begins rummaging in her bag.
Whatcha looking for, Mama?
"Hair brush. I don't know if I have one, though."
You do. I saw it when I moved it from your winter purse.
"Why did you have my winter purse?"
You were carrying it this afternoon when we came here today. I transferred the things from your winter purse to the summer one.
"So you weren't totally idle."
Yes, I amused myself moving your things from one purse to another. Well, most of the things.
She looks alarmed.
"What do you mean, most of them?"
Well, I threw away all the used tissues.
She feigns irritation. "Hmph. I was saving those."
And dumped the crumbs.
"Poor ducks will starve."
But your hairbrush and your lipsticks are there.
"So I can be beautiful. I just don't know for who. You, I guess."
You do clean up nicely, I must say.
Red Hot Chili Peppers; The Hunter
