MARE: You think you can take care of a kid? You think bein’ an Aunt can make you his mother some way? You couldn’t handle a kid. Your life is so fuckin’ neat. You think you can come here and take my kid and raise him? You have white rugs! White rugs for Chris’sake. You made us eat in the yard last time those torch citron bamboo lantern jungle things with and we got bit anyways. Had red bumps for days. Lark had huge welts for a week cuz you have white rugs. You kept repeating over and over again, “the best way to the bathroom is through the kitchen,” boys piss outside anyways and all because you didn’t wanna get that white carpet dirty. How the fuck are you gonna have a kid in your house? You gonna put newspaper down? You plan on Lark in the dog house? Sleep in the dog house? Eat in the dog house? What ya feed him? Fish? You fed us cock suck fish, in the yard with the bugs and lanterns. It was so dark I choked on bones. I should’a sued you. Kids like beer and burgers, hot dogs, macaroni and cheese. They eat catsup for a vegetable, French fires and grease, not fish with pear shit sauce on…..
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- Written by: Dominique Cieri