"Because I'm not twelve anymore. And not being twelve means knowing things that aren't necessarily things you want to know,"

"He was a mailman until he was attacked by a family of squirrels, who dropped out of a tree onto his head, probably because he was talking too long to the house's resident and had bored the squirrels to death."

EAT

GAS

EAT

GAS

EAT

GAS

Mom gives them her card. "Call me. I do phone sessions."

"Phone sex? You?" Ethel asks.

"Therapy sessions, over the phone," Mom explains.

"Oh. I didn't know you could do that."

"What's that?" someone else asks.

"Sex therapy. On the phone." Ethel says.

Mom throws up her hands.

Life never gives you enough advance warning. Or anything.

- wish you were here, catherine clark.