You Told Me
I spat at her- “Oh my head!”
- but Charles had no son
- dropped her ample chin
- a madman’s mocking game
- the butler put my cloak
“You told me that Charles and his son were conspiring to make a fool of me, Mother! You said he did not love me! That it was nothing more than a madman’s mocking game! But Charles had no son, and no daughter either.”
My mother dropped her ample chin to her even more ample bosom and moaned, “Oh my head!”
I spat at her and stormed away to find where the butler put my cloak. I never wanted to see my filthy, lying mother again.
I would marry Charles, no matter that he was 40 years older than I, and my mother’s object of obsession.