Fragments Chapter 12 Page 8

It messed with our work schedule.

With everything.

I remember times when I would fill three cavities in a man’s head and I should have given him twenty minutes for them to set but I could only give him three as I needed to get a hit. The knockers. Oh. Ha ha ha I did that too.

But I never calculated in all of my days that he would end up with my sister. Such a wretched man. And so displaced. So out of tune for what I wished for us.

It was never to happen again not that it happened once. It was a thing that we were both mortified and embarrassed by but it happened it did happen. We both felt the passion of each other of a night chastened by Nitrous Oxide and weed and vodka.