sharpened the farther away I was from home。 I arrived at college my freshman year； disoriented and lonesome3 for the very place I had denounced as a suffocating prison a few hours before。 As I settled down on the dormitory bed for a good cry； my mother walked in the door。
“You forgot your pillow；” she said and handed me the very one I had used the night before。
I had done my own packing and had shut the door to my room when we left the house to drive to Ann Arbor。 My mother was so nearsighted she couldn’t see products on the supermarket shelf without her glasses。 How could she possibly make out the print on a forehead sixty miles away？ Apparently； my mother could also hear the thoughts rattling around in my brain； for she then answered my unspoken question。書 包 網 txt小說上傳分享
媽媽總是知道（3）
“A mother always knows。 ”she said。 “I also brought you some brownies and Rosemary Clooney’s latest record release。 ”
In my late twenties； I was in a terrible automobile accident。 By that time； I had graduated from college and moved out of my mother’s house。 One night my mother； who always retired promptly at ten with a potboiler novel and a glass of warm milk； decided to watch the eleven o’clock news。 She saw a stretcher move across the screen； the body on it flat as a pile of magazines except for two tremendous feet protruding from the sheet。 My mother sat up and shook my father awake。
“Get dressed；” she said。 “We need to get to the hospital。 That’s Lynn Ruth。 ”
Time did not diminish my mother’s amazing intuition。 In fact； it became sharper as I grew older。 When I married； she read my impending divorce right through my bridal veil。 When I began my job search； she knew the results of my interviews before I received the rejection4 letters。 Af