Feb
5
“Claire didn’t have time to think about it, what she did the moment she felt the weight of her mother’s hand. How she shifted, delicately, away.”
cheryl strayed, torch. i’m well past this part in the book but i keep coming back to it because it’s, oh god, this is embarrassing, but you know the song mama? spice girls? “mama, i love you/mama, my friend…” is this ringing bells? off the first album, super sappy, intensely 90s. in fourth grade a friend of mine and i were listening to that CD in my room and she said “this song always makes me feel so bad about all the times i’ve been mean to my mom” and i said “yeah me tooooo” and we sort of, like, sob-giggled about that for the duration of the song. i’m listening to it now and it’s still kind of uncomfortable to sit through, like baby spice is holding up a mirror to all those times i’ve knowingly yet uncontrollably (it felt) been so much less than the daughter my mom deserved. anyway this line makes me feel like that.
