There was a booksale at TeddyJ today. I donated a sack of books Gary culled from our house. All of it crap: Tom Clancy, The DaVinci Code, John Grisham.
Later, Friend 3 and I were poking around the books, when a mutual friend, Steve, came by with The DaVinci Code in hand.
"Hey, I donated that book," I said, suddenly all proud of The DaVinci Code, as if it were an obscure piece of fiction I had donated. It might not have even been my copy.
Steve began thumbing through it. He stopped at the first page and said, "Someone wrote in this book."
"What's it say?" Friend 3 asked.
"'This book is an albatross around the neck of Margaret Davis.'"
"Mom!" I squealed, and grabbed the book back from Steve, who then insisted I pay for it.
I had forgotten we demanded Mom read The DaVinci Code. She read it under duress, and annotated it accordingly (annotations listed below).
She illustrated the frontispiece:
(I think that's Gary being crushed by the poor house. The uh ... Scaiydt poor house. Or perhaps it's me, what with the boobs and all. If I remember our crime was buying her her own copy instead of waiting for Hot Mom to return ours.)
This is Mom's comment on the last page:
And in between there are these annotations:
Polio commentary(the blurry comment is "Kee-rist.")