Update on Dorothy's Mama

I hope y'all ain't getting tired of me reporting on Dorothy's mama's health. I don't reckon you could call what she's got as health. She ain't got no health. What she's got is no health. She's just lying there in the bed all tubed up, with bags of salted water dripping into her veins. The oxygen she breathes comes through a jar of water so it won't dry her out too much. When we went by yesterday we brung her flowers. She didn't know it though; she didn't even know we was there. I told Dorothy what were the point and she said because she's my mama. You know she's right. That old woman done so much for Dorothy bringing her up and all. She done a whole bunch for me too. But what she done most for me was make Dorothy what she is, a real good woman. I hope the best for Dorothy's mama, but I don't reckon the best is gonna be any too good.
Tomorrow: A Trip to Jackson

Hollis' book read in 2010:
Death Comes for the Archbishop - Guys keep reading, Kit Carson's in there.