"Kit Reed - Mommy Nearest" - читать интересную книгу автора (Reed Kit)

fat, like if you don't have a waist you'll never grow up. See, if I do grow up,
she has to get old. "I feel like fucking Gretel." I do not have to add that she
looks like the witch.

"Shh," she says, because we are going by the Caribe Zanzibar Resort and there is
a party going on, you know, audience. She wants them all pointing at us and
smiling. Oh look, young mama. doesn't she dress the little girl nice. She is
hissing, "They'll hear."

I get louder. "This is a sick playsuit. Only a sick mother would make a daughter
wear a sick playsuit like this." I thwap the back of her thong bikini; any fool
could see she is wearing Shape Shifters taped to her butt.

"Don't use that tone with me, not after ..."

"Everything you did." I cut her off at the pass. "Don't start."

She starts anyway. "Doctors, clinics, pain. Everything I went through ..." Well,
what she went through was ... Look, you know. It was in all the papers. On TV.
M.O.W. "A Mother's Pride." These days geriatric moms are no big deal. Some babe
my mother's age just popped triplets, but it was a very. big deal at the time. I
have the clipping laminated in my bedroom, to keep me straight.

SEVENTY-THREE-YEAR-OLD WOMAN BECOMES OLDEST FIRSTTIME MOM

No wonder she's always tired. Don't bother me Tammy, I'm tired. Say you're bored
and she goes, Shh Tammy, I'm lying down. Or she sighs. Tammy, why don't you go
out and play? By this she does not mean: go out and ride around in cars plus I'm
maybe too weird for guys to want to ride me around in cars, I mean, nobody else
dresses like this. Nobody else's more is, like, a hundred years old. Kids go
"Are you adopted?" When I'm like, "No," they back off fast, like, the light bulb
goes on. "Oh, you're that Tammy." Like it's creepy, which is what it is. "Test
tube Tammy Ohhhhh." Can you guess what they call me at school? "Turkey Baster
Tammy" is another one. Oh right, ironic. The Sexy Sixties name. God, we haven't
even had the Sixties in History. Our books don't go back that far.

The newspapers said my more made a million on the rights to our story, which she
did. The papers also said this scary thing. That these old bags had other
motives, like, birthing a nurse for The Final Days? Like when they've fallen and
their beeper doesn't beep us kids are screwed: Help, I've fallen, and tag.
You're it!

No way! My more isn't like that. She's the picture of fucking health!

You bet she is. Look, while we're standing here Evelyn has gone down the bill of
complaints in full voice and she is winding up, "I did everything for you, and
look!"
Something inside me snaps and I go, "No, you look. And then you can fucking go
to hell." I start unbuttoning the playsuit. It's time she found out this is only
padding and I'm skinny underneath. If I drop the playsuit the whole world will