Ina thinking I recall now reading that a sweetish semen means it is diabetes. Lulls aren’t the things we fall back on? That is a pretty convincing job of black name random generating on short notice. Hemorrhoids mother hindparts acquired evacuating hero of our story. Door’s all wide open and I’m like Mother. Though: would it not be funny to birthgroan loud as a whale? If I’m in here longer than five minutes nazi folksinger will picture the taking of a humongous dump. Having grown to abhor the sound of Trustifarian English. Would it offend anyone if I called this shitroom Mecca? Fantasize he is infallible cool cyborg assassin scan rapid digit display scroll phosphor-green screen while geometric simulation of ass rotate 180 degrees on pulsating graph when target-circle zeroes-in on her anus. Passed the buttock test with flying colors. The tables are just a thigh apart yet she squeezes through without even touching edges.

Feels two eyes on her ass as she passes. Can you hold my colostomy bag for a sec thanks. It’s like I need to take a humongous dump. Sounds so well I don’t know so irrefutably graphic to say like I need to go to the bathroom. She laughs and squeezes between the tables wishing she hadn’t said need. Ina stands and goes hey um would you watch my stuff for a minute I need to go to the bathroom. Sorry means never having to say I love you. Inscribing Department of Human Race Horses in her immaculate hand like preserve a secret for the ages in notebook and smile. And do not give me that look like it never happens. Please never tell me you’re pregnant with ratsafarian… I’d swallow a quart if that’s where it stopped. Remember dear, gentlemen do not expect a lady… Mother through ruby depths of faux Chablis peering says remember dear, gentlemen. Nazi folksinger looks up when she laughs. Ina remembers and laughs out loud at table alone in café where they burned her fingers. Staring she said remember dear, gentlemen… Mother saying now do not look at me when I say this but. Okay she remembers calling Joanie Joplin my Negro once. Thinking but never saying this word Negro… My daughter the mind-reading drink-inspector who quits colleges to chase ratsafarians. Excuses are for those who can be bothered, says Ina.

Mother pretending drunk to make the saying… A balcony as architectural trophy of amicable divorce. Mother pretending drunk on balcony overlooking Mississippi. Ina burns her fingers on the water glass. Ina says a dreamboat’s any man refrains demanding anal on like the third date.

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