“And the old woman says, ‘Sir, you don’t understand. It’s turtles all the way down.’”
I laughed. “It’s turtles all the way down.” “It’s turtles all the way fucking down, Holmesy.
You’re trying to find the turtle at the bottom of the pile, but that’s not how it works.”
“Because it’s turtles all the way down,” I said again, feeling something akin to a spiritual revelation.
I stopped at Mom’s classroom for the last few minutes of lunch. I closed the door behind me and sat down at a desk opposite her.
I glanced up at the clock on the wall. 1:08. I had six minutes. I didn’t want more.
“Hey,” I said. “First day back going well?” She blew her nose into a Kleenex.
She had a cold, but she’d spent all her sick days on me being sick.
“Yeah,” I said. “So listen, Davis gave me some money. A lot of money. About fifty thousand dollars.
I haven’t spent it or anything. I’m saving it for college.”
Her face tightened. “It was a gift,” I said again. “When?” she asked. “Um, a couple months ago.”
“That’s not a gift. A necklace is a gift. Fifty thousand dollars is... not a gift.
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