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Mama [MultiFormat]
eBook by Susan Casper
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eBook Category: Horror
eBook Description: A Jewish mother attempts to control her daughter's rebellious behavior with the help of a strange visitor.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: F&SF, 1984
Fictionwise Release Date: March 2001
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [74 KB], eReader (PDB) [62 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [12 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [17 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [63 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [82 KB], hiebook (KML) [57 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [39 KB], iSilo (PDB) [9 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [12 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [40 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [21 KB]
Words: 3542
Reading time: 10-14 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
Someone was with Mama when Gloria arrived. She could hear them talking as soon as she walked in. Strangely enough, the conversation seemed to be in Yiddish, though Gloria couldn't be sure; it ended the minute she approached the kitchen. "So, Gloria, you made it. I didn't think you were coming. You haven't met Mrs. Votash." The woman seemed a strange companion for Gloria's fastidious, conservative mother. She was about the same age as Mama, and yet somehow she seemed a thousand years older ... she seemed used up, shrunken, wizened. You could almost see the bones of her skull beneath the papery skin of her stolid, expressionless face. She wore a plain black bombazine dress that was faded and caked with dirt; a gray ragged kerchief covered her head. She stared fixedly at Gloria, her eyes as hard as glittering black glass, and then, slowly, she offered her hand. Her hand was black with ancient grime, and her fingernails were long and filthy. Gloria was reluctant to touch the hand, as though it harbored some loathsome disease, and yet she had to take it. The hand was as hard and dry and lifeless as old, dead wood. Then, as if a spell had broken, Mrs. Votash abruptly dropped Gloria's hand, dismissing her; Gloria felt as if she'd been released from a vise. The woman barked an unintelligible word at Mama, who stood and walked her to the door. Gloria stared at the door in disbelief until her mother came back. "Who on earth was that?" she asked.
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