The Girl He Knows
“They’re drunk. Or as my dad would say, pissed.
The blinds are drawn and the lights off. Nana has one hand over her eyes, moaning, and my mother is holding a cold pack to her temple.
“Jeez, what kind of role models are you two anyway?” I start laughing.
“Shh,” Nana whispers. “I’ve the queen’s marching band harpin’ on in me head and it’s killin’ me.”
“What’s that smell?” My mother eases up into a sit.
“Ye mean it’s not ye, Helen? I thought ye’d tossed your haggis.”
“It’s m...e,” I tell them. “Pete threw up on me.” I do smell a bit putrid. Even with a quick rinse off, the smell lingers and permeates.
“Go get cleaned up. You’re making your grandmother and me sick.” My mother lies back with a groan.
“Or maybe the mimosas are what’s making you sick.”MoreLess
The blinds are drawn and the lights off. Nana has one hand over her eyes, moaning, and my mother is holding a cold pack to her temple.
“Jeez, what kind of role models are you two anyway?” I start laughing.
“Shh,” Nana whispers. “I’ve the queen’s marching band harpin’ on in me head and it’s killin’ me.”
“What’s that smell?” My mother eases up into a sit.
“Ye mean it’s not ye, Helen? I thought ye’d tossed your haggis.”
“It’s m...e,” I tell them. “Pete threw up on me.” I do smell a bit putrid. Even with a quick rinse off, the smell lingers and permeates.
“Go get cleaned up. You’re making your grandmother and me sick.” My mother lies back with a groan.
“Or maybe the mimosas are what’s making you sick.”MoreLess
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