Something was catching up with her and it wasn’t age. Worms don’t spill out of your mouth every time you talk when you grow old. It certainly wasn’t the case with her mother. She wondered what would mother have said to all this, had she been alive now. She had always been pretty good with explaining things.
It sounded like a blasphemy at first. But Agnes had enough roam in her life for blasphemies now. There was a void that needed to be filled.
Well, explain this to me now. You lying friggin’ bitch. EXPLAIN THIS!!!!
Yes, she wanted to ask her, see the look on her face and laugh. Just the way when she decided she had had enough of mirrors and smashed them all with her fist, croaking with laughter and feeling her fingers give away against the impact of the jagged shreds.