Greener Pastures (13)
Part 13 of 52
Blood. It served as a resume no one could pad. A curriculum vitae set in stone.
My mind burped up the old joke, the joke about the blonde, the blonde who studied for her pap test. Blood amounted to a test I couldn’t cram for. A test I couldn’t cheat on.
My mom had done it herself. No sooner had I asked but she’d wiped the back of one hand with th…