At the end of the night, when the wedding reception was over, when everyone was getting ready to go home, Susan fluttered over in her pretty white dress and hovered around the table at which I sat drinking anything handed to me from my brother and sister-in-law so they'd finally leave me alone about alcohol. She didn't want to ask, but I could tell
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nnnggg there's something really, really cute about this. :(
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One time, Susan was angry that there were police hanging out at one of the parks where we used to go to to play. We were just down the road from it and walking toward it, but in her nine-year-old fury of my-brothers-swear-all-the-time-and-I-think-it's-cool she said, "Fucking pigs."
The police sirens went on and started blaring and Susan had this wide-eyed, open fish-mouth look of horror and I was just standing there staring. I don't remember what I was thinking, but it was probably something like "she just made the cops mad." When they drove past us, she said something like "I thought they were after us because I called them pigs!"
I have endless stories about Susan, mostly because she has always been a little bit insane.
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