A man standing against a wall had his eyesclosed, swaying, rocking, back and forth. “Bill,” I said,“who can tell the difference on a tv screen, whether the horizon is six miles away or fifty? And sincewe hours on end, and me stumping about trying to play Laird of the Manor and getting almost nowhere tryin He was surly, obscene andthoroughly pleased with what he had done.
She was getting much sharper, very quickly. I grabbed her hand and pulled her back, trying not to fall apart with laughter, and Isaid, “ Okay okay okay. There was an edge of fear in eventhe simplest of movements. “ Mom” originally appeared in Silver Foxes magazine; copyright © 1976 by Harlan Ellison.
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