When I Was Four, My Mother Left Me Alone in a Church—Twenty Years Later She Returned Crying, “We Need You”
“More.”
Florence nodded.
“You don’t have to.”
“I know.”
“Do you?”
I looked at her.
“Yes.”
She smiled.
“More.”
Florence nodded.
“You don’t have to.”
“I know.”
“Do you?”
I looked at her.
“Yes.”
She smiled.