Escolar Documentos
Profissional Documentos
Cultura Documentos
By Cynthia Bateman
that. She was cold when I found her. Her head had rolled
back and to the left. Dark brown eyes stared straight ahead
that was tied so tightly closed I was sure she was naked
beneath it. Her right arm hung off the edge of the couch as
No pulse. No respirations.
to me.
“Call it?” the thin one asked the heavy one. The heavy
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“I know,” I said.
“No,” I replied.
Maybe hit her head?” the heavy one asked. Yes, to all of
the above.
stood up and told the thin one he’d go make the call.
“Yeah. Mike’s got the paper work.” Just then the heavy
one came back and had me sign a paper saying that I agreed
The paramedics, the thin one I think, had closed her eyes,
towels and placed them in the hamper, wiped the sink down
head. Then placed her head on a pillow I’d brought from the
added. The salt made her throat burn. I took a coffee mug
ate three crackers but maybe I only ate two. Anyway, it was
enough.
turned the wand. The sun immediately filled the room, but
Directly below the dress bag sat my navy blue Nike sports
I gathered the Nike bag, the dress bag, and the Styrofoam
head that held the short brown wig. After the coroner
large for its black head. Its dime-sized pupils moved back
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sitting on the coffee table. I took the bags and the wig
table.
black Lab that barks like crazy when anyone comes up the
coroner had finally arrived. I let them in, one short, bald
man and two skinny boys who didn’t look old enough to be
sign while the two skinny boys opened a large white plastic
bag and spread it out on the floor. One boy took my mother
from under her shoulders and the other boy took her ankles.
They lifted her from the couch and placed her on top of the
white bag on the floor. One boy tucked her feet in the
shoulder.
the other boy zipped the bag closed. They lifted the bag
the door.
“We’re very sorry for your loss,” the bald man said.
I looked out the front door and watched the boys slide
seconds.
home. I’ve got her clothes in my car. I’ll drop them off
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I don’t think she should hear over the phone.” Six months
think...” he paused.
“What?”
something?”
close.”
I...Mom’s gone.”
“I can do it. You stay home. You and Jen, you guys just be
together.”
put the phone back on the island in the kitchen and turned
into my face and wishing I’d brought the Saltines with me.
car for a few moments trying to get right what I’d say to
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her.
started.
her chest, leaving her right hand to rest over her heart.
neck and she leaned her head against my thigh. We held that
at me. I brushed her fine brown hair back from her face and
and how I’d found her on the couch. I told her she seemed
at peace and how it was better for her now cause she had no
more pain or that horrible cough. I told her it’s okay for
Maggie just shook her head. “God,” she said. “Do they
I’d told our brother. Maggie asked if our mother had her
wig on when she passed. I said no but that I had put her
turban on her and was taking the wig to the funeral home
tomorrow. Then Maggie cried some more and I held her hand
“You’re kidding?”
“ No, you need to go home and get some rest yourself. I’m
okay.”
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gone inside. She turned the porch light off. The house went
dark. I sat there for a few seconds, and then I drove away.
with the fake cheese in the middle, and I got back in the
driveway. My house was dark and I wished I’d put one of the
the couch. I’d tried to call her from it. I wanted to tell
her that Willie Nelson was about to sing on the Today Show.
“Name?”
“Karen Kassen.”
“What department?”
“Oncology.”
“Title?”
“7am to 7pm.”