You don’t realize how much you miss something until it’s not there. -some sappy 80’s song
My sister-mom’s second favorite daughter- God bless her soul, is probably afraid to answer the phone as of late.
“Hi. It’s me again.”
“Hey, you going outside for a smoke?” She asks.
“Yep.” I sigh as I try to come up with something new to talk about for the 4 minutes it takes for me to smoke a Marlboro Light.
“Sooooooo….” She’s awesome at coming up with something we haven’t talked about in the 5 conversations we have already have had today. It always starts with, Soooooooooo.
“Where’s mom?” I ask because even though she is mom’s second favorite, she always knows where she is.
“Home. Did you try to call her?”
“Yeah, right before I called you.” I always call mom first, I’m starting to feel like a complete idiot having to call my sister every time I go out to smoke.
I need to either quit smoking or find another poor soul to drag out to the front porch with me.