Rose Hsu Jordan
As proof of her faith, my mother used to carry a small leatherette Bible when she went to the First ese Baptist Church every Sunday. But later, after my mother lost her faith in God, that leatherette Bible wound up wedged under a too-short table leg, a way for her to correct the imbalances of life. Its been there for over twenty years.
My mother pretends that Bible isnt there. Whenever anyone asks her what its doing there, she says, a little too loudly, "Oh, this? I fot." But I know she sees it. My mother is not the best housekeeper in the world, and after all these years that Bible is still white.
Tonight Im watg my mother sweep uhe same kit table, something she does every night after dinner. She gently pokes her broom around the table leg propped up by the Bible. I watch her, sweep after sweep, waiting for the right moment to tell her about Ted ahat were getting divorced. When I tell her, I know shes going to say, "This ot be."
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