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From: Erin Walsh

To: Matthew Walsh

Date: November 26 at 21:05 CEST

Subject: RE: Angus had a stroke

Ummmmmm no.

But good luck with that.

From: Matthew Walsh

To: Erin Walsh

Date: November 26 at 13:16 EDT

Subject: RE: Angus had a stroke

Cut the shit, E. Answer your fucking phone.

From: Erin Walsh

To: Matthew Walsh

Date: November 26 at 21:22 CEST

Subject: RE: Angus had a stroke

Let’s get a few things straight, kid. He’s made it perfectly clear that he’s not my father. I don’t think this is my concern.

Oh, and I’ll be unreachable for a few weeks. No need to send further updates.

From: Matthew Walsh

To: Erin Walsh

Date: November 26 at 14:04 EDT

Subject: RE: Angus had a stroke

No one is disputing that he’s an evil cocksucker. We all agree on that. You don’t have to keep defending that proof.

Look, I get that you’re angry. He shouldn’t have thrown you out of the house. He shouldn’t have said Mom slept around. He shouldn’t have done any of it and we all know that, but you know as well as I do that he’s your father. He sees Mom when he looks at you, and Shannon, too. That’s why he hates you, and you know that.

None of it should have happened, but he’s in a coma right now and we’re all here dealing with it. You don’t have to care about him, but it would be nice if you cared about us.

You could start small and care about me for a minute. At this moment, my knee feels about three times its normal size, I’m pretty sure I’ve caused another round of shin splints, and my liver will most likely stop functioning before the calendar year ends.

You’ll probably love hearing that Lauren broke up with me and the universe as I know it has imploded. We had a stupid fight and I said stupid shit, and it’s over. You called it from the start, and I probably should have listened.

So thanks for that, e.

M

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Nick returned witha yellow IV bag, a pissy scowl, and a nurse who probably wasn’t old enough to vote. It took her five tries to get the needle in my vein and she left a puddle of my blood behind as a reminder.