Joe really missed his mother. He remembered all the good times. He decided to visit Eva the Channel er.
He paid her $20 to contact his mom. The lights dimmed, her hands hovered in the air, she closed her eyes, moaned and began speaking in a gutteral rasp. Joe understood none of it.
Finally Eva emerged from her trance, stared at him and relayed this. Your mother says you undercooked the sausage. Plus, you never sweep under the bed.
Eva collapsed, her head lolling sideways.
The lights went up, Joe politely thanked her and left. This wasn't such a good idea.
Next day, as he prepared supper, the phone rang. It was Eva complaining his mother had kept her up all night with messages. Make your own tomato sauce like I taught you. Clean the leaves from the gutter. You need a haircut. Stop picking your nose.
Eva was ranting, but Joe offer3ed no solution. He had slept like a baby.
That Saturday he went to the library, getting there a few minutes early. He spotted his friend Paula sitting on a bench. As he approached, he noticed her mouth was open and her eyes closed. He shook her and called her name. Frantic, he considered calling 911.
She shuddered, opened her eyes and stared at him for almost a minute.Finally she shook her finger at him and barked, Your mother wants to know why you didn't change your socks this morning. And stay away from those strip clubs.
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