Page 67 of For The Weekend
Don’t be rude.
It was a terrible joke.
Sunshine
No. This is aterrible joke…
Sunshine
Want to hear a joke about pizza? Never mind, it’s too cheesy!
Don’t quit your day job.
Sunshine
Speaking of, I owe you a lifetime of cinnamon rolls for coming with me this weekend.
You don’t owe me anything.
Sunshine
Stop being a gentleman and just say “You’re welcome, Eloise. I’d like my first batch delivered tomorrow morning.”
What did your mom have to say?
Sunshine
Way to bring down the party.
Sunshine
She said I should be ashamed of myself.
I sit up so quickly, Steve startles, darting into the bathroom, Mazie shrieking in delight. But I can’t concentrate on them with the blood rushing in my ears.
You should be ashamed of yourself?
It’s a while before she finally replies. A long enough time that I complete a couple lapsof the hallway.
Sunshine
She said I was acting like a hussy. I didn’t even know people still used that word. Maybe she’s been watching too many old Westerns or something, but either way, I don’t think I was a hussy. Right? I’m not a hussy. I was acting like your girlfriend. You were acting like my boyfriend. Granted, a possibly overattentive one BUT STILL. I didn’t do anything wrong. We didn’t do anything wrong, but she went on and on and on about how I made a fool of myself in front of the entire family and how disappointed she is in me.
It takes me a few tries to type out a response that makes any sense because my brain is on overdrive, imagining telling her mother off once and for all. It’s not very good, but it is the truth.
She fucking sucks.
Sunshine
LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL
Sunshine
Yes.
I really wish you would’ve let me tell her off. Tell them all off.
Sunshine
