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I want to hear about your interview with the social worker. How good? I waited. Eventually her gaze flicked up before returning to her yogurt container, which she was scraping with a Shawshank level of thoroughness. About you. About me. About our growing up. She asked about that? Pulled her legs up onto the chair and continued to scrape. So she said we needed background checks too.
What the hell? Why is it her business? You have to talk to Cheryl again and tell her what happened. But the truth is important here. We are not bad people. It had come as a shock to Malina and me. He treated Scientology like her hobby. Malina stirred the contents of her glass with the yogurt spoon.
I tried not to make a face as little white chunks floated through the juice. She took a sip. Really, it could have been worse. I sighed. She was wearing a low-cut, bright-yellow dress, and her black-framed glasses that lookedβI realized suddenlyβway too much like mine.
Her forehead was covered in beads of sweat, and there were dark patches on the fabric under her arms. She paused when she saw me, then set her shopping bags down by the door. Went to the refrigerator and opened it. Help me out. I forget. Been busy. I dropped by to talk about the Beacon Center interviews. Throw your yogurt cup away. Mom watched, then turned to me again. She had long, gold acrylic nails. A gauzy leopard-print scarf wrapped around her shaved head. They can check your criminal record.
It gave me a sudden flash forward to what she might sound like when she was old. I was imagining myself accidentally picking one of those horrible places where the staff abuses the residents, and not finding out about it until the damage was done.