![]() I stop doing push-ups, turn my face up toward Mother's, squint through the white noontime sun-and I can immediately tell she is serious, because she looks worried, as if she is making a mistake, and that's how Mom looks when she means something she has said and isn't just talking like she always does for hours on end whenever she's not upset or afraid. Her voice sort of quivers as she says, "Do you want to come home with me today?" Mom just watches for a minute or so, and then she shocks me. ![]() The August haze is thick, perfect for burning fat. "Nikki-likes-a-man-with-a-developed-upper-body," I say, spitting out one word per push-up, tasting the salty sweat lines that are running into my mouth. "Just how many push-ups are you going to do, Pat?" Mom says when I start a second set of one hundred without speaking to her. Timbers, asking him why I need to be locked up if I'm only going to be left alone all day. Once again, Mother has found me in my bathrobe, exercising unattended in the courtyard, and I smile because I know she will yell at Dr. Her toenails are always pink during the summer months, and I recognize the flower design imprinted on her leather sandals it's what Mom purchased the last time she signed me out of the bad place and took me to the mall. I don't have to look up to know Mom is making another surprise visit. ![]() An Infinite Amount of Days Until My Inevitable Reunion with Nikki
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