I turned my TV up loud enough to drown out Rick's torment and waited for whatever the night had in store. The wait wasn't that tough for me, since I figured my involvement was done for the night. I guess it was about a half hour later when Mom stumbled in. I figured Rick had to hear the doors open and close in #2, then here. I expected him to show up any minute, but he didn't. Maybe he was lost in his head. Mom settled in next to me on the couch and put her clenched fist thumb-up on my thigh, then stacked the other fist on top of it.
"His whole head stuck out the top. It had to be at least 2" beyond these hands. My hands are my measuring tool. Each one is 3" knuckle to knuckle."
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