When she'd run out of steam, Stella rubbed her hands over her face. "Goddamn it."
"That's a lot of bitching, whining, and venom to pack into a quarter of an hour.
She sounds like a very talented woman."
It took Stella a minute—a minute where she let her hands slide into her lap
so she could stare into Roz's face. Then she let her own head fall back
with a peal of laughter.
"Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah, she's loaded with talent. Thanks."
"No problem. My mama spent most of her time—at least the time
we were on earth together—sighing wistfully over her health. Not
that she meant to complain, so she said. I very nearly put that on her
tombstone. 'Not That I Mean to Complain.'"
"I could put 'I Don't Ask for Much' on my mother's."
"There you go. Mine made such an impression on me that I went
hell-bent in the opposite direction. I could probably cut off a limb,
and you wouldn't hear a whimper out of me."
"God, I guess I've done the same with mine.
I'll have to think about that later."
Blue Dahlia
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By Humyra khandoker - Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0,
https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=76617469
Whether your parents were your best friends or you barely
knew them,
your relationship with Mom and Dad had an impact on who you are
today.