I wish Mother could see me now. She showed stories were wonderful and I should write my own.
That was one ending Billy couldn’t write.
Other family wanted to see “how he was doing”, the ones who’d mocked his ambitions, who wanted his money.
He told them to go to the press. He’d then exercise the right of reply. He’d heard nothing since.
Mother would’ve liked that. She showed them up for the scum they are. Why can’t cancer leave nice ones alone?