Monday, April 11, 2016

The Captain's Sculpture, parts 80 - 83


80. The price of everything was such an overwhelming factor that this alone explains why I would assume that my mother had no taste in things.


 
81. Once my mother said that she hated the figurines she had lived with for twenty years, I began to remember my visits to Aunt Lucille’s house in a new light. From the shower curtain in the bathroom to the silver Christmas tree in December, nothing in their rooms could have ever found a place in my mothers house.


 
82. Now that Aunt Lucille was dead, she could finally get rid of it.


 
 83. So, the only sculpture in my childhood home was a thing my mother hated, but kept for years on a shelf out of a feeling of obligation.

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