Smoking in the girls’ room, sneaking a drink, napping
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Ellen Slezak’s collection of short stories Last Year’s Jesus was recently published by Hyperion. She lives in Los Angeles.
Now she’s rocking back and forth, back and forth in her padded rocker, holding a pillow to her stomach with one hand, bringing her drink to her mouth with the other, and moaning every now and then, “How did this happen? How did this happen?” And I don’t know if she means Boo Boo, her three Russian children, her outlaw pedophile husband, or her drinking, but I feel sorry for her. God, just one of those things could sink you for a while.