![]() ![]() ![]() And since that’s all we are ever going to have, that’s what we have to learn to like. On these occasions, it’s just Mamma and me, half a family, having half-a-family time. This, of course, is not really family time, since Poppy isn’t there, and Idden isn’t there, and the First Flora isn’t there. When Mamma is home, she gets up at oh-dark-thirty and makes me get up with her, so that we can have family time at breakfast. Thus, it is me who reaps all the inconvenience. Then he’s just a thin shadow in a worn cadet shawl and bloodstained frock coat creeping out the back door, off to buy more booze, so he hardly counts at all. Mostly just Poppy and I are stuck home alone, which really works out to just me alone, because Poppy only comes out of his Eyrie when the booze and cigarillos run out. At least she can count on having someone else do her laundry and cook her supper. Idden, too, is nicely out of it, even if her current post, Fort Jones, is the back end of Nowhere. Thus, Crackpot’s crumbling is no particular bother to her. AS COMMANDING GENERAL of the Army of Califa, Mamma is in charge of just about everything, so she is not much home-she’s always off on an inspection, or maneuvers, or at a grand council somewhere, or just working late. ![]()
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