He tossed another bottle into the bin. The other five clinked and clanked and calttered in excitement for their new companion. In a few moments he will get up and make his seventh trip to his small white refrigerator, on instinct, to grab another beer but first a quick thought about his mother slips in unprovoked. The clock told him it was just after 12a.m. And he figured she would still be up and wondered about calling her, but didn’t. Still, he wondered . He got up to discover his lack of beer and wondered back outside to light a cigarette instead. By this point in his mother’s life she would have to have been nowlingly pregnant with him and for a fleeting second he envied her. He put his cigarette out and laid down and was rocked to sleep.
