paint it three years ago and it’s stayed like that.
Now that you mention it, it could use a new coat.”
“We’re at your house?”
“Technically it’s my family’s house, but I think
I could still consider it mine.”
“Patrick,” I say pulling him by his arm. “What
are we doing here?”
“We’re going to have lunch with my family, like
I do every Sunday.”
“Alright, let me rephrase the question. What am
I doing here?”
Patrick doesn’t have time to answer me because
the door flies open and two girls fly out and
literally throw themselves in his arms. He grabs
them even if they’re pretty grown-up girls and
kisses them both, visibly happy to see them.
“You mother trucker, you finally made a
decision, huh? You haven’t shown your face in two
weeks,” says the older of the two girls.
“Watch your language, young lady.”
Watch your language?
“What a ball breaker you are.”
“Do I have to tell Mom about this?” he calls her
out.
“Also a tattle tale. Same old bastard” intervenes
the second one.
“Okay, girls, you’re not helping me to make a
good impression. This is Erin.”
The two of them turn to me as if they’ve only
just now realized I’m standing here. Both of them
