She probably went to the hairdresser, met a
girlfriend for lunch and then window-shopped when she went off on a Saturday
afternoon. Pa was supposed to be home to defend our abode from us kids –
the wrecking crew. He invariably fell asleep on the job bored by his
brother trying to keep him awake with family gossip.
Our challenge was trying to find sufficient money
to pay the pizza deliveryman: money falling out of somebody’s pocket sometimes
landed up in the crevice behind the couch pillows. We didn’t touch Pa’s
money on the floor. Wrecking, yes: stealing, no… with enough
noise maybe he’d wake up and pay for the pizza?
Mom's Day Off
Oil 40" X 30"
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