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“Inpulled over for a rolling stop” The old lady can lie with a straight face—we honestly should enter her in a few poker championships

“That makes absolutely no sense I’ns whenever you felt like it”

She chuckles beside arish outfit Actually, it’s a caftan and it matches her hair to perfection but alsoTahoe

“Are you hungry?” she asks “I could go for a bite to eat and a martini”

“It’s ten in the ”

My great aunt grunts “It’s five o’clock somewhere”

“Please don’t start quoting Ji me a headache”

She laughs again “I was just giving you a hard ti until at least one o’clock after my nap”

Aunt Myrtle looks out theand goes silent, watching the scenery go by—I can see the lenses of her glasses reflecting in theand in the rearview lance over, and I wonder for a brief second what she could possibly be thinking about I wonder what she thinks of the world she’s living in now, and how different it is frorew up in

I feel guilty

Maybe I should get the old lady a martini

I turned twenty-one last year and ah to walk into a bar with her and order her one, although I wouldn’t know a single place that’s open this time of day

Oh well, it’s the thought that counts

Guess we’ll just have to go ho for us there, and she and Aunt Myrtle have their routine Plus, I still have to unpack and get my shit ready for school

My bedrooht next to my brother’s, is apparently made of paper-thin walls It didn’t bother me before, but no it bothers me Why? Well, I’m pretty sure he jerks off when he thinks I’h the walls are any indication

I need to move out like yesterday