Chapter Twenty-Five
Bea held out her hand to Mommy and jumped out of the car. Mommy grabbed her and twirled her around and around. Bea squealed and giggled as trees spun in circles, sun sparkled through branches, leaves danced.
When Mommy released her, Bea walked away in dizzy drunken footsteps, still giggling, arms outstretched. She stopped and turned to Mommy. "Mommy, Dolly wants to come with. She loves the slide."
"No, Bea. Dolly has to stay in the car. When you get tired, you always shove her off on me. Got it?"
Bea stopped and looked into Mommy's face. "Are you okay, Mommy? Do we need to talk? Play dolls?"
Mommy looked angry. "Why do you think we're at the park? I am slipping. I want a puff. Just one puff of a cigarette." She clasped her hands together behind Bea's head and pulle
