His shoes trailed untied laces, he looked dirty and undernourished. "Mommy?" he asked, "Is that you, Mommy?" He peered at her face, squinting. A small boy with melted chocolate on his face sat on the top step, in front of the open door. She hurried up the front walkway and climbed the cement stairs, stepping on each with both feet. Hardly noticing, she slammed on the brakes and emerged with some difficulty from the car. The bicycle bounced once on the driveway and then became embedded in a weedgrown hedge. ![]() ![]() Swinging the car into her driveway without slowing down, she hit a small pink bicycle with pink and white tassles hanging from the handlebars. Overdressed on this hot summer day, she huddled within her protective clothing as if afraid that the sun would dry her up like a raisin. Her wide coat collar was turned up and she wore a kerchief around her hair. She felt dry as a bone.Ī shapeless woman, she wore sunglasses and gloves. She punched at the horn, producing a series of short, staccato beeps. They should make way for her because they all had more to lose than she did. Her own car was ten years old and dented all over. She leaned on the horn and shouted, "Move your fat behind, you darn fool!" Spoiled rich people with their perfect lives and their pretty cars. Braving traffic on the highway after a long, dry day at work left Molly feeling drained and dehydrated.
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