A mother and son witness incest, changing their relationship.
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I was in the parking lot behind the office, unhooking the trailer, when my phone went off. I tapped the Bluetooth earpiece. "Harris Trucking, how may I help you?"
"My driver just walked out on me, and I have to get this truck back to my studio."
I hadn't heard from my mother in over two months. She's a sculptor, and a successful one, whose creations adorn the public squares of over ten cities and twelve entertainment venues. She lives in seclusion two states away, in the northern plains, to inspire her art. Proud and self-reliant, she never calls asking for help. Never say never, I suppose, but I knew right away she was in a tight corner.
"What do you need me to do, Mom?"
There was a pause in the connection.
