of guilt, I ask the monster to
up to the plate, hit an inside-the-skull
home run. It doesn’t disappoint me.
Then I go to shower, douse myself
with deodorant and mouthwash.
Finally I hear the approaching party.
I zoom to meet them, at light speed.
Leigh Has Put On a Few Pounds
And it suits her almost
as much as shedding several
suits me. (You’d be surprised
how much weight you can
lose in two weeks when you
barely eat enough to keep
a very small rodent alive.)
Anyway, it’s awesome to see her
again. She hasn’t visited since
before Hunter’s birth. I know
she was mad at me for everything
that happened, and maybe she
had a right to be. Or maybe not.
I mean, she isn’t exactly
the perfect daughter herself.
Here she comes, waltzing
down the hall on her lover’s
arm—a stunning lesbian pair,
acting like they belong here.
[Belong here, together. Not
much room for us anymore!]
Bree talking, again. Shut up!