Crick nudged his mother’s arm gently, and she let out a grunt as she rolled awkwardly onto her back on the couch. “Coffee’s ready, Ma,” he said quietly, quirking his left foot to readjust his slipper. “Vel’s just out of the shower, so the bathroom’s free.” His mother had arrived the previous afternoon, having arrived at MSP Airport in a mood that would have been considered foul even by the standards of an alcoholic stuck in a dry town for several days. That she had even agreed to fly out from New York had been something of a miracle, but Crick considered that for the moment, with his brother being in his own self-imposed hiding for the time being, she might be more inclined to come visit the one son who wasn’t keeping his head down for the holidays. It made sense to him, at least.
American Goblin- Chapter 15 (The End)
American Goblin- Chapter 15 (The End)
American Goblin- Chapter 15 (The End)
Crick nudged his mother’s arm gently, and she let out a grunt as she rolled awkwardly onto her back on the couch. “Coffee’s ready, Ma,” he said quietly, quirking his left foot to readjust his slipper. “Vel’s just out of the shower, so the bathroom’s free.” His mother had arrived the previous afternoon, having arrived at MSP Airport in a mood that would have been considered foul even by the standards of an alcoholic stuck in a dry town for several days. That she had even agreed to fly out from New York had been something of a miracle, but Crick considered that for the moment, with his brother being in his own self-imposed hiding for the time being, she might be more inclined to come visit the one son who wasn’t keeping his head down for the holidays. It made sense to him, at least.