there is a tv is his room , and every day while his folks are gone he takes his after-school snack in there and ivatches watches watches and he hears her radio in the kitchen , always the oldies , always wcbs , and sometimes he hears her , hears mrs. greta shaw singing along with the four seasons wanda jackson lee `` yah-yah '' dorsey , and sometimes he pretends his folks die in a plane crash and she somehow does become his mother and she calls him poor little lad and poor little lost tyke and then by virtue of some magical transformation she loves him instead of just taking care of him , loves him loves him loves him the way he loves her , she 's his mother ( or maybe his wife , he is unclear about the difference between the two ) , but she calls him 'bama instead ofsugarlove ( his real mother ) or hotshot ( his father ) and although he knows the idea is stupid , thinking about it in bed is fun , thinking about it beats the penis-piss out of thinking about the deathfly that would come and buzz over his corpse when he died with his tongue down his throat like a stone down a well .