Love: And Other Uses For Duct Tape (2011) - Plot & Excerpts
Em and I take off because my mom’s there. I wave goodbye to her, this woman who used to be my mother. She’s painting her mom toenails black (!) while chatting to Mr. Jim Shrembersky. She never paints her toenails. We live in Maine. Only people my age and TV anchor people paint their toenails in Maine. Most of the year our feet are hidden in wool socks. She is not the sort of person who paints her toenails. And black? Black! She’s over forty years old. People in Maine over forty do not paint their toenails black, unless it’s Halloween or unless they’re that cool lady at the shoe store. Everything in my life is shifting into another key. It’s like I think everything is all C major, and common and normal and then—boom—we’re in B-flat minor, and life is full of crazy. My mother’s shoulder and head wedge the phone in place. She looks like me.
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