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AVERY
I didn’t know we were speaking again.
Does this mean you’re done being a grump?
I’ll never be done being a grump.
AVERY
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We need to talk in the morning.
AVERY
No, we don’t.
Shit. This isn’t going to be easy. Here I thought whiskey, and the boys would help subside some of this outrage I’ve had running through me all day.
Avery
I don’t know what happened this morning because you shut me out, but you need to know two things. 1. That shutting me out shit won't fly with me. 2. When you do get angry, take it out on me... in other ways... if you need to. ???????
This. Fucking. Woman.
Zero stars, do not recommend drinking away a bad day with tequila on a work night.
I also don’t recommend sending texts to your boss that include multiple sexual emojis after you’ve been drinking that he doesn’t answer.
I’m barely awake when my phone buzzes on the nightstand.
“Hello?”
“Hello, honey.” My mom. “You sound like you’re still asleep? Don’t you have work today?”
I glance over at the clock. Yup, I'm probably going to be late. However, the realization doesn’t make me jump out of bed any faster. ThePearl Jamconcert in my head right now is pounding so hard that I don’t think I can lift my head off the pillow.
“I do have work. I just have a horrible headache.” I lift myself off the pillow with an aggravated groan. “But I’m getting up now.”
“Oh, good, good.”
“Everything okay, ma?”
“Everything is great. I just miss you. I haven’t had a chance to call you because working both jobs has kept me kind of busy over here.”
“I understand, mom.” I sigh sympathetically, wishing I could do more for her. “You’ll be caught up soon.”
“Yeah, thanks to you!”
“What do you mean ‘thanks to me?’”
“You didnothave to mail me that check you sent me. I'm seriously so grateful, but it was too much.”
“Mom. I—”
My words fall short when she beats me to it. “I’m so, so proud of you, honey. You’ve been working so hard. I don’t need you to take care of me. This was enough to cover three mortgage payments, Avery. You have no idea what this means to me.”
I swallow the lump that’s stuck in my throat. I feel like a cat right now, about to hurl up a hairball. My throat is dry, and last night's liquor sits right at the top of my stomach.
