“No.” That actually made sense to the mother. Her body flounced which actually drove the bug out of her armpit. XXX Besides, Pamela didn’t like to intrude into her adult daughter’s personal place. “Momma?”
“Oh, Adeline. He echoed her. For some reason, that’s how she thought of the thrifted lamp, as the bug’s seat in her room. She put the spray can in a separate bag and tied its handles to the purse. When she opened them again, she imagined how the ‘roach’s’ compound-lensed eyes perceived what it was ogling. It was longest from head to toe. “Fuckers!” Pamela shouted, grateful to know she had company in disgust. The woman lay under her covers, staring at the popcorn ceiling.
