...I wish I knew how to draw...
When life gets scary and you get desperate, things become possible...and you turn interesting.
The women mutter amongst themselves in differing opinions. I see my mother,
on the other side of the living room, stand a little straighter, glare at one
particular woman and her comment that I wish I can hear. Mama then looks up at
Lee with a strange look, sort of like pride but also like she was afraid of
her.
Very peculiar and slightly psychotic but, again, I thank Allah he made
me a man and much less complicated.