“Here. Now you can’t pretend you don’t know.”
She looked at me, then at the recorder. “I don’t need to see this.”
“Then why won’t you acknowledge it?”
Then one night he got careless.
Without another word, my mom took it, and put it in a drawer. By the next morning, it was gone.
I thought she had thrown it away.
I was furious with her for days. Maybe weeks. I remember telling my sister, “She’d rather be humiliated than alone.” I believed that. I really did.
Then one night he got careless.
“Carol, let’s not do drama.”
I won’t get into all of it, but he was caught in a way he could not talk around. No “you’re imagining things.” No “it isn’t what it looks like.” He came home and found my mother waiting at the kitchen table.
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