Come, D.,
get in.
It's just for
a few hours.
Six, max.
I promise.
D. looks
at his mother's
face.
Here? he
whispers.
His mother's
eyes dart about.
Take this bag of
Doritos and two
7-Ups. Just a few
hours, D.. Okay?
Mama's gotta'
work.
Okay, he says.
The boy climbs
into the trunk
of the old, white
Camry.
Just for a few
hours, baby.
D. nods and
clutches the
bag of chips.
She closes the
trunk slowly
and pushes hard
until it clicks.
Mama loves you,
she says as she
walks down the
street to the glass
and steel building
on the corner.
Mama loves her
big boy.
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