Su looked like she might protest, but instead, she just rolled her eyes and stood up. She walked over and kissed Mama on the cheek and then me. She never kissed Pop unless he made her, and he definitely wasn't paying attention. I watched Su go up the stairs. She was a good girl and a fine woman. I would miss her when she inevitably caught the eye of the right man. My attention was drawn back to the couch, as Mama shifted again, getting comfy. Pushing into me. It couldn't have made it easier to crochet, even as quick and nimble as she did it. I knew that she wanted to be close to me.
I loved her, but right now, I needed more than closeness. I peeked at Pop. He was already drifting a bit, eyes barely open. Mama's skirt was back down to her knee from her earlier moving. That wouldn't do. I c
