:: setting: work; caller id informs me right off the bat it’s my mother::
“Ya?”
“Two words for you. Plastic Applicators.”
“Okay, what about them?”
“Kurt is going to murder you.”
” He always wants to kill me. How is this any different than any other day?”
“He called the septic tank guy to come and empty the tank. Guess what they found.”
“You already gave away the answer.”
“Plastic Applicators. HUNDREDS OF THEM.”
“How do you know they were mine?”
“They weren’t mine, the obviously werent Kurts or your brothers that I know of. Brie isnt at the point yet. That leaves only one person.”
“Jons girlfriend. That bitch.”
“Wrong. You do it again and I am going to ring your neck.”
“No one told me we had septic!”
“You have lived here for 6 years. How did you not know?”
“Um, so no applicators at all or just no plastic ones?”
“Good-bye Kaitlin”
