Who knew you could learn so much about your mother while
playing hide-n-seek?
Clay found the shoebox in his mama’s closet while hiding. His
brothers found him nonplussed staring at hundreds of photos.
“What’s that?” Jay asked. “Whoa!”
“It’s Mama… ‘fore she was Mama,” Clay said, aghast seeing
his mother straddling a Harley with a cigarette dangling from her bright red
lips and flipping the bird to the camera.
“That’s not Mama,” Ray said holding a picture of a girl in a
string bikini in Tijuana. “Mama don’t got no Belly-button ring.”
