Theodore Robinson Willows and Wildflowers painting

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Corky had begun to think that in the case of his mother’s unique metabolism, the key to immortality might be butterfat. So he killed her.If she had been willing to share some of her money while still alive, he would have allowed her to live. He wasn’t greedy.She had not been a believer in generosity or even in parental responsibility, however, and she cared not at all about his comfort or his needs. He’d been concerned that eventually she would change her will and stiff him forever, sheerly for the pleasure of doing so.In her working years, his mother had been a university professor of economics, specializing in Marxist economic models and the vicious .[83] She had believed in nothing more than the righteousness of envy and the power of hatred. When both beliefs proved hollow, she had not abandoned either, but had supplemented them with ice cream.Corky didn’t hate his mother. He didn’t hate anyone.He didn’t envy anyone, either.Having seen those gods fail his mother, he had rejected both. He did not wish to grow old with no comfort but his favorite premium brand of coconut fudge.Four years ago, paying her a secret visit with the intention of quickly and mercifully smothering her in her sleep, he had instead beaten her to death with a fireplace poker, as if he were acting out a story begun by Anne Tyler in an ironic mood and roughly finished by a furious Norman Mailer