Chapter 45
“What was in that whiskey? Oh. More whiskey.”
-Flint
The secret train ran right over my body on its way out of town, leaving a little gray matter and very few stomach contents behind. And since my body was a highly-trained Marine-fighting-machine, we believed inno stomach contents left behind.
I puked in the formerly pristine guest room toilet for the thousandth time, resting my forehead against the cool porcelain.
Motherfucker. What was in that whiskey last night?
“Probably whiskey,” the toilet answered me.
I listed to the side and looked into the bowl, realizing it was time to send the contents on their way to the septic system.
The flush made my head pound harder.
I turned slightly to find my brother sitting on the floor next to me.
“What did you say?”
“You asked what was in the whiskey last night. I said - 'probably whiskey,’” fucker just laughed at me. His laughter sent jagged spikes into the center of my brain.
“Fucker.”
“Ah, you got your cussing turned back on,” Fitch stood and stretched.
“What are you doing here?”
“Making sure you don’t drown in your vomit,” he shook his head at my sorry state. “You’re welcome.”
I flipped him the bird. Wait. Were we calling it something else now?
Fuck if I could remember.
I wanted to lay down on the cool tile floor and forget about the last 24-hours of my life. My body slid to a prone position. I closed my eyes.
Yes. That’s it. I’ll just lay here until my body resets itself. And maybe by then, this Celia thing will work itself out.
Celia.
Her name reminded me of the chest pains. Which reminded me I needed to make a doctor’s appointment for some baby aspirin.
“You can’t scrub out the hurt in your chest, big brother,” Fitch’s annoyingly chipper voice sounded from above.
I opened one eyelid to return a scorching reply when something else caught my attention in the bathroom. I sat straight up and nearly lost what was left of my cookies.
“Sonofabitch!” I hopped to my feet.
“What? What is it?” Fitch’s eyes darted around the room.
I pointed to the suitcase. “Her suitcase is still here.”
“I thought that was yours!”
“No, mine is in the closet.”
“So, she didn’t leave you.”
