Her mother owns the women’s clothing store on Main Street. Her mother is being treated for cancer in the hospital. The bills pile up. She does not know what they’ll do. She visits her as frequently as she can. She puts on an heroic face when she does. She drives home with tears streaming down her cheeks. She wishes she was in bed with her mother’s arms around her. She sits on the porch at night looking at the stars blanketing the plain. The tears begin again. She possesses too much truth in her life.

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