I miss my mother most at five o’clock.
When I was a kid and came home after school, the TV was my babysitter — Gilligan’s Island at 3:30 followed by The Brady Bunch followed by The Partridge Family — until five o’clock came and it was time to do the few chores my mother had left for me (as fast as possible) before she got home. I stayed with my grandparents in the summers. My mother, if she was working the right shift, the good 7 to 3 shift, would sit for an hour or so at the kitchen table with my grandmother, drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes and gossiping, until we went home, just the 2 of us, around five. As a teenager, I would dink around with friends after school, knowing I had to be home by five, that my mother would be waiting for me to help…
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