Now that we have almost all flown the nest, my mother has taken to drawing naked people. She pointed out the sweep of a leg proudly. The foot, my sister says coldly, looks like a claw. According to my father, my mother drunkenly asked her if she wanted to be drawn naked. In a public place. Which is now my new worst nightmare.
And then she pulled forth a cardboard box around which she is weaving. I am mystified. My sister is mystified. We are mystified together, silently, for a day, before it is revealed that one day the weaving around the cardboard box will be a bag.
Goddamn Right 