"It weren't your fault," Mama'd said often, back in days Lucas could muster a big fake sob into her chest without laughing.
He was too outspoken for teachers, she'd say. Were nasty rumors' fault town moms never invited him to their boys' birthday parties. She'd even fought Jack for him. (Haha! Mama loves me best!)
"I love you, baby," she'd tell 'im - kiss on the forehead.
He'd grin relishing victory.
"Love you, too, Mamma!"
He didn't know if he did. That weren't just "anymore", neither. He loved loud music, fire, internet. Winning, too.
But he'd certainly liked her well enough.
July 25th. "Absolution".
