My mom's butt was high in the air and her head was buried in the blankets. She stretched out her right arm to me, holding “the stick,” a short, black chair rail that held pride of place on her dresser in front of the yellow upholstered jewelry box, and her particular implement of random torture. “Spank me! I deserve it. I must have been a terrible mom to have had such an awful child as you. I’m the one who must deserve it. Please! Spank me!” Tempted for a brief, rageful moment, I melted, sobbing, “No, you’re a great mom.”
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