“Margaret what happened? Talk to me.” He asked gently.
“Do you want some tea?” She replied.
“No thank you.”
“There’s nothing to say William, I did what any mother would do to keep her son safe.”
Opening the can of mushroom soup she carried on.
“I told him she was no good, a trashy girl with no dreams, but at seventeen he thought he was invincible, the world was a cesspool in desperate need of his seed. An immature seed.”
“What has Leroy got to do with this.”
“Everything. George joined the army, throwing away his life so he could provide for him and his scavenging mother.”
“Does she thank him? No, no she doesn’t, runs off at the first sign of discomfort. I didn’t mind, good riddance I say. I was happy caring for him, my baby needed me again and just when everything was going well, all this talk of prosthetic began. I could see his eyes widen with excitement, he was going to go wandering off again. I couldn’t let that happen.”
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