Posted on June 2, 2011 at 12:40am
Ben left for Kuwait before Linda knew for sure. She spent her summertime singing songs from old records--until they dripped from the walls. She held polite conversations with her midsection while wearing her grandmother’s pearls. "Baby, be born with style and substance. And grow up to look like your father, with his home-cooking-on-fine-china smile." Linda decided to paint the nursery buttercup yellow.