The Spellmans Strike Again
“I peered through the peephole and saw it was Henry. I tiptoed away from the door and into my bedroom. I immediately turned off my cell phone and ignored all calls to the main line. After about a half hour, he went away. I drank more bourbon and watched bad television and tried to think about nothing at all, which is really hard, if you’ve ever tried to do it.Much later in the evening, somewhere in the vicinity of eleven P.M., there was another knock at the door. This person kept knocking; then she started yelling. It was my mother. Through the door, she claimed she would call the cops if I didn’t open up. So, I opened up.Mom pushed her way inside, looked me up and down, and then said, “You smell like a distillery.”“It was only a matter of time.”“What are you doing?”“What does it look like I’m doing?”“Drinking yourself into a stupor.”“Now that we’ve got that cleared up, you can be on your way.”“Pour me a drink,” my mother said.After my nap, I couldn’t remember where I last left the bot...tle, so I roamed my hardly roamable apartment, scanning for the booze.MoreLess
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