"Here, I got these in the gift shop. It's better than that stretched-out old thing you have and now we match."
It was a colorful shirt, two sizes too big, but it was comfortable. Mom had hers on and it went halfway down her thighs. I didn't like it because it hid her hot figure, but I knew once we got to the beach, she'd take it off. I went into the little kitchen to get something to eat.
A pair of scissors sat on the counter, and I noticed some bits of white fabric in the trash. It hit me. Mom had cut the lining out of her two-piece. Three bits of cloth sat in the trash.
As my bread toasted, and mom puttered around, I stood and stared at those bits of cloth. What does this mean? Yesterday, my mother m*********d against my hand. She didn't mean to, but the situation created it. I know m
