My mother lingers on the porch as I leave her house. She has followed me from the kitchen through the house, out the front door onto the porch, all the time talking to me. She has probably cooked my supper or I'm bringing back her dishes. I may have brought her mail or just there to check on her. More than likely, I have letters to mail for her and food to take to the neighbor's house.
She tells me little bits of news, shows me a picture or book, asks me if I want to take them home with me. Uusally the answer is yes. I might ask her for something in the house, she gives it to me and I load it in the car.
On the porch she is still talking. I'm making my way to the car. Just as I step off the rock at the end of the porch she thinks of one more thing to tell me. I turn and we talk more. As I'm putting things in the car she tells me something else. I go and turn the car around. She has walked to the end of the porch and is flagging me down. I roll down the window and she reminds me of something or asks me a question. I look in the rear view mirror and see her standing on the porch watching me leave. Lingering.
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