From “Threading Through Thorn-Fields”
“I thought you left town.” Lourdes' voice is steady.
“I need money.” Edna sways, then leans her hand on the wall. Her eyes are bloodshot and vacant, heavy with black circles. “Help me out.”
“I don’t have any money to give you.”
“Whaddya mean? You must have a shit-load of money working here all the time. I hear you don’t pay rent. I have to help pay for gas.” Her head tilts in the direction of the idling tanker.
“I said, ‘I don’t have any money to give you.’ I have to save everything I earn for university.”
Edna straightens up, shuffles forward a step, and vaguely waves her index finger. “Oh, you’re a miss hoity-toity university student already, are you? You’re still in high school and you’re too good to help your own mother?”
“My mother abandoned me a long time ago.”
Edna says, “I named you Lourdes because you were supposed to heal my marriage. Supposed to heal me. You failed me and now you can’t even find the compassion to help me out?”
Lew didn’t want to end up like his father, Lewis Senior. A binge drinker who somehow scored long term disability early in his work career, his boozy abuse was all about neglect. Missing many school concerts and Christmas plays and being “sick” in bed, even for Lew’s Grade 8 farewell