![]() The moon shone through those big trees with their twisty branches and clumps of moss, and cast shadows that looked like creatures reaching toward them. “Sorry, Mama.” The sidewalks were all torn up from the tree roots poking through them. He jammed his free hand into his jacket pocket, the move jogging him to the side a little. She kept them filed down so his hair hid the stumps. She didn’t have gray skin or horns like him, either. Unlike him, Mama only had five fingers on each hand, not six. With a soft sigh, he held Mama’s hand a little tighter, moving closer to her side. Why he didn’t want to be part of their family. Maybe if they met, he’d also ask his father why he never came around. ![]() Augustine figured he must look like his father, because he sure didn’t look like Mama. Just once, though, Augustine would like to meet him to see what he looked like. ” She grunted softly and shook her head.Īugustine had never met his father, but from what Mama had told him, which wasn’t much, his father didn’t seem like a very nice man. ![]() ![]() Why I expect anything from that lying, manipulative piece of. Not that your shiftless father would help out. “Because we don’t have money for things like that. “Why can’t we take the streetcar?” Walking home from church at night was always a little scary for Augustine, especially when they had to go past the cemetery. ![]()
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