Eleven

The phone rang after the wind turned from cool to chilled, forcing my retreat to inside.

'Your father came to see you today.'

Mum didn't believe in greetings but she did love to tell me things I already knew. 'Yeah, he left a stupid note.'

'Oh he didn't? How many times do I have to tell him about his notes?'

'A few more million.'

'What did he say?' Her condemnation never dulled her enthusiasm to know exactly what anyone had said or done.

'The usual sort of side swipe. It doesn't matter.'

Silence. I knew it was coming.

'When are you coming to see me?'

Right on time. 'I don't know, Mum. Things are kind of hectic.'

'Things are always hectic.'

I thought of Lisa again. 'Yeah.' I had a feeling hectic was about to be redefined.

At least Mum's in depth description's of Meme's (the cat) bowel problems averted the need for a cold shower. After grunting mindlessly during Mum's infrequent pauses I thought of Lisa and why she had suddenly become such a fascination. Maybe she was the unattainable chick I'd always shunned as a defence.

After I hung up, I blogged.

I just pashed my best friend's girlfriend. Is that bad?

Maybe someone could ease my guilt by empthasizing. It looked kind of bad, just sitting naked by itself, so I elaborated.

She's a hot hoe and she overpowered me.

Well, it was true in a way. I shrugged and went to bed- you can guess what I dreamt.

Twelve