Chapter 11
WHERE IS SHE? WHY HASN'T she been here again? Big Bertha and Gay Stan have each been here twice for three nights.
“Carter,” he hears his mother’s voice, “I thought I might read to you.”
He hadn’t heard the door, so he was surprised to hear a voice.
“I thought I’d read an older one.” He hadn’t thought he wanted to be read to, until she started. It was comforting to him, almost reminding him of his childhood. He thought immediately of Kinley and burgers. Blow-outs and concrete.
His mother read on and on for hours. It was a pretty good read, although Carter knew she picked it for herself. Something about his mom’s voice was so calming today. Actually, he hadn’t heard her calm like this in years. She always seemed tense, even when she appeared calm and collected; it was always
