In Plain Sight2008

Mary Shannon:
Help, the absolute worst of the four-letter words, and the one I know best. A six-year-old on tiptoes, peering into Brandy's crib, my mother on the bedroom floor scrounging for the booze. That word coming out of their mouths as a gasp, like destiny, "Help." I've learned over time "Help" doesn't mean grab the other paint roller, or hold the ladder still. It means "Hey, I screwed up, now what're we going to do?" "Help," more than anything, is the not-so-subtle herald of the appearance of "we" - and don't even get me started on "happy to help."