“Then after you were born, you just looked at me, and I knew…”
“You knew what?”
“That I never wanted to go through that hell again. You would have thought my uterus was a trampoline, the way you carried on. I had bruises up and down my body for days afterward. You dislocated three of my vertebrae. It was like you were practicing for the roller derby or something.”
“I think you’re exaggerating.”
“Me, dear? Exaggerate, dear? Don’t be ridiculous, dear. By the time you were done, it took five doctors with their hands up my vagina to put it all back together. Honestly! Then the nurse told me I should breast-feed you. Heavens! Imagine having someone like Jackie sucking on my breasts day and night! Oh, it was dreadful.”
“Mom!”
“If I wanted someone sucking on my breasts, I’d hire someone. I’ve heard you can go downtown and find that sort of thing.”
Jackson rolled his eyes and sighed.
Mr. Ledbetter pulled in front of a stately building that housed walk-up apartments.