Sam made a poster out of Charles's big toe, half of which, as you may remember, was amputated a couple of weeks ago. No matter how you look at it, it's a disgusting toe, even though I love the owner. He's been like a son to me.
Tonight at the Cheesecake Factory with Charles and family and the ever loquacious and always entertaining Chantel, visiting from Berlin, Chantel asked if I had seen the healed toe yet.
Was I not eager to see it?
No. I don't care if I never see it.
But you are his mother! He came from your womb. It is your motherly duty to see your son's toe. Blah blah blah. I think Erica may have agreed, the traitor.
Charles said, "She used to change my diaper, but she doesn't want to see my penis either."