Jesse put the phone down as Jolynn poured herself a cocktail, "How many have you had?" he asked.
"I worked for this booze and will have as much as I want," she replied.
"I’m outta here," Jesse said.
"Move out, why don’t you?" she yelled, "Move out with that sissy of yours."
"Ma, I swear, if you start, you’ll never see me again."
"You’re the spitting image of your no-good Dad."
"You’re drunk, Ma," Jesse replied, grabbing his helmet from the kitchen table.
She turned and showed Jesse her behind, "See my flat ass? Look at that ass flat as a board, your dad would say." She swirled her ice cubes, thinking carefully about what she would say next. "I always got lots of attention, and it would piss off your dad, so he’d bring up all my defects in public for people to hear."
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