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She wasn’t wrong there. “See you at five.”
POTTY TRAINING AND PEP TALKS
JULY 6TH 2004
JOEY
I didn’t wantto be here.
Not in this house, or this family.
Unfortunately for me, God didn’t let children pick their parents.
If he did, then maybe there would be less miserable children in the world.
If he did, then I sure as hell wouldn’t be anywhere near these people.
No fucking way.
“Okay, kid, let’s do this.” Shaking my head to clear my pissy thoughts, I focused on the task in hand and gave my little brother two enthusiastic thumbs up. "Give it your best shot."
With big brown eyes, my baby brother stared up at me from his perch on the potty. "Gots no poos, Dada."
Bullshit, I just caught you crouching behind the couch.
"Try," I said instead, clicking into an earlier text from Molloy. "And good fucking job, kid. That was almost an intelligible sentence."
Molloy: It’s Saturday. It’s sunny. It’s our summer break from school. So, explain to me why I’m sunbathing in the garden with spud licking his balls near my face instead of lying on a beach with your balls near my face instead?
Grinning, I leaned against the bathroom wall, and quickly tapped out a text and pressed send.
Joey: Got things to do @ home. Don’t worry, though, I’ll call over tonight and you can have my balls in your face as much as you want. I’ll even wash them first.
Molloy: Wow. Such a gent! I bet you do that for all the girls.
Joey: Only the ones who give excellent head.
Molloy: Always happy to please a fan.
Molloy: So…how would you feel about skipping town for a night this weekend? There’s this techno rave festival in Kerry, and I really want to go.
Joey: Can’t.
Molloy: No…. Why?? We don’t have to go for the whole weekend. Just one night?
Joey: Wish I could. Got responsibilities @ home.
“He’s not your daddy, Sean,” Ollie called out, dragging my attention away from my phone to see Ollie poking his head around the shower curtain, where he was supposed to be washing himself. “He’s Joey, remember? Our big brother.”
“O-ee,” Sean recited slowly, frowning up at me for a long moment. “O-ee dada.”
“No,” Ollie corrected, growing irritated. “Stop saying that, Sean.”
“Dada.”
“No, Sean, stop!”
“Calm down, Ols,” I sighed wearily, sliding my phone back in my pocket. “It doesn’t matter.”
