Smog - Baggage Of Enternal Night (2013) - Plot & Excerpts
I was playing waitress, bringing the food out to them, keeping them supplied with drink. They’d shown up with a couple of crates of beer; I didn’t ask where they’d found them. They laid into Mom’s cooking with relish. There’d been half a dozen slabs of meat in the bag, and Mom and I had turned ourselves to stone and cooked them up. “Goddamn, CJ, but your mom can cook,” Larry said around a mouthful of rare steak. I was just setting down the last of the cooked meat when CJ fixed an eye on me and said, “There’s only one thing wrong with this dinner: little sis isn’t joining us.” The boys all laughed and agreed. I nearly puked. “I ate already,” I said. It was a bad lie, and CJ saw through it. “Oh, c’mon, there’s always room for a little housewife!” His audience roared. CJ held out a half-finished plate to me. He jabbed a fork in a piece the size of a Ping-Pong ball and put it up to my mouth. The rest stared, waiting. Larry leaned forward. A trickle of saliva ran out of the corner of his mouth.
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