I just went downstairs, just to get a Sierra Mist. About to head back up, Mother pops out of the master bedroom, eyes narrowly slit from the light I turned on.
"You're still up?" she asked. This was 12:30. I mumbled something about not needing to work in the afternoon.
But I have to wonder: Does she now think I don't work? Did she suspect as soon as she saw my unemployment mail today? Goddamn, was just trying to get some pop downstairs mean that I've been caught -- and that, gulp, they're going to throw me out?
I just wanted to get some Sierra Mist. ...
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