that sister of your’s has done it, the old man said, This time I mean it…I’m gonna discontinue her…cut her completely out..she’ll get nothing from me, a thin lip trembled…a blood veined hand shook…

you know she went and had one of mom’s fingers cut-off, took a swig of Pepsi, Can you believe that?…had a finger on her right hand cut-off before they cremated her…, turned the TV on mute…earphones sat atop a gray head…

put her finger on a key chain or something like that…didn’t ask.
just went ahead and did it…you’d think she’d ask ’bout that sort-a-thing wouldn’t ya..

the old man stared into space…took another drink from a sweaty glass, Where is mom buried at?, kept staring forward, She’s over at that one place..

mom’s remains are at Concordia dad…

Concordia…that’s a Lutheran place…hell…that’s one step away from bein’ Catholic…so…she’s buried over there uh?…

her ashes are pop…her ashes…

oh…cremated…I would’ve never done that…but I guess that’s what she wanted…

I guess it gets down to what you want…
she took a finger…