laundry love [completed]

f o r t y f o u r : lace stockings

[conversation between ira and her mother.]

"what the fuck are you doing here?"

"language, ira."

"what. did. you. fucking. say?"

"i said watch that pretty little mouth of yours when you talk to me. who knows where it has been?" a s m i r k .

"did you just...accuse me of being a whore?"

"why yes, i did. what else would a pretty little boy like him have to do with you? nishi, i can understand. but you?"

"..."

"..."

"you have no fucking right to tell me to control my mouth, mother. you lost that right when you let that stranger f u c k you senseless against the window. you fucking lost that right when you absconded with dad's insurance money."

"i'm dying, baby."

"don't even bother pulling out that card. it became immune the day you spent the whole of my tuition money on heroin instead of your chemotherapy."

"i promise. i won't. i'm desperate, this time." a s i g h .

"you said that last time, didn't you, mother? and the time before that. and the time before that."

"you are my daughter."

"and you're my mother. didn't stop you from aborting my sibling, your own child, did it?"

"honey, you know the number to my bank account."

"get the fuck out, helen."

"ouch. and oh, language, ira." a w a v e .