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Marty was so sure his mother was going to leave on Christmas that he didn't know why he was surprised when he got the note less than a week after New Years. It was on the table. Written in her swirly cursive and scented of lavender. Even as he picked the piece of notebook paper up, he was thinking how cliche it was that it smelled like lavender. He knew his dad hadn't seen the note yet, so he put it back on the table and rooted around in his pocket for his phone.
Instinctively, he started to text Sheila, but changed his mind quickly.
clarissa is gone, he texted Robert. the b!tch left
She hadn't specified if she took Rachel with her, but Marty suspected Rachel would have told him, and he saw her pink sneakers still standing by the kitchen door. That cheered him up, but not enough to refrain from digging around in the fridge looking for a beer.
When he couldn't find any, he texted Robert again, even though he hadn't responded to his previous text yet.
heading to o'tooles
The only seedy bar in town had the blindest bartender. He believed every single fake I.D. he ever looked at. It was the perfect place.
Instinctively, he started to text Sheila, but changed his mind quickly.
clarissa is gone, he texted Robert. the b!tch left
She hadn't specified if she took Rachel with her, but Marty suspected Rachel would have told him, and he saw her pink sneakers still standing by the kitchen door. That cheered him up, but not enough to refrain from digging around in the fridge looking for a beer.
When he couldn't find any, he texted Robert again, even though he hadn't responded to his previous text yet.
heading to o'tooles
The only seedy bar in town had the blindest bartender. He believed every single fake I.D. he ever looked at. It was the perfect place.