My cousin visited today.
Did you see us out back?
If you had, I bet I would’ve heard your scream.
It isn’t that my cousin, John, is a particularly aggressive or violent person; nah, he’s one of those total-peace Catholics, who has strict standards he’s created in his mind, laws for life. Apparently, one of them is seeking vengeance for those who can’t—aka, the dead.
So, when my mom and sister left to buy groceries, John came into my room, grabbed my bicep, and dragged me into our backyard. Wham went his fist, crack went my nose.
Maybe I deserved it.
Maybe Mandy would’ve agreed.
