But youre not going to, Paul. Paul did not need a notarised statement telegram to tell him that this was Annies sainted mother.
"Paul put his own spoon down. At five oclock she would serve him a light supper, and at seven she would roll in the black-and-white television and they would watch M*A*S*H* and WKRP in Cincinnati. Not more than a day or two after they left, Miss Charlotte Evelyn-Hyde of Storping-on-Firkill had been found dead on the back lawn of her home, Cove oBirches. For a couple of summers his mother had sent him to day-camp at the Malden Community Center.
Now it was no more than the size of a knothole which a sidewalk superintendent might stoop to snoop through on an interesting piece of building construction. Dear God, is that what she said?
She brought it in collapsed, thats why you thought it was a shopping cart at first, his mind informed him drearily. She brought him two every six hours, first announcing her presence only as a pair of fingers poking into his mouth (and soon enough he learned to suck eagerly at those poking fingers in spite of the bitter taste), later appearing in her cardigan sweater and one of her half-dozen skirts, usually with a paperback copy of one of his novels tucked under her arm.