Mum
Darling, I know I told you I’d go with you to that market next weekend, but your father just told me he’s coming to town.
Me
He just came to town three days ago. His visits are getting closer and closer together.
Mum
I know, darling. I’m sorry to let you down.
Me
You better watch out, Mum. Soon, you two will be living together again.
Mum
I’m beginning to think that wouldn’t be a bad thing.
Me
OMG this is not something you tell your daughter via text!
Mum
Well you brought it up. Not me.
Mum
Oh darling, I have to go. Branson just discovered my special box in my bedroom.
Me
Jesus, Mum. I thought your special box was stored up high out of sight.
Mum
It usually is, but you know how your father is. He likes to play with the things in that box and well, I’ve just continued playing with them after he left.
Me
Gah. STOP! Go and put your box away! And we will finish this conversation about you and Dad later.
“You look like you could do with this,” Sophia says, drawing my attention from my phone.
I take the drink she’s holding out for me. “Is it gin?”
She smiles. “Of course. I can’t remember the last time you drank anything else.”
“Ah, that would have been at my thirty-first birthday. God, that hangover took days to recover from.” I’d mixed God knows what drinks that night. The worst part had been that Knox was one at the time, and it’s a true fact that hangovers don’t go well with one-year-olds. Hell, they don’t go well with any kids. I’ve done my best to avoid those kinds of hangovers since then, so I never mix my drinks anymore.
“I remember,” she says. “I also remember Colt looking after you for days. That man has patience like I don’t see often.”
“Yeah, he does,” I say as I recall those few days of hell. Colt went above and beyond for that hangover, not complaining once that I’d drunk far too much.
Another text comes through on my phone and Sophia leaves me so I can check it.
Morticia
