The Crutch's Sister

Mother Bird

I woke up to the sun rising. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. "Whyyy?" I groaned, flopping back onto my back.

"What's wrong?" Crutchie, who was wide awake, asked.

"Do you know what time it is?" I asked, sitting up. "Do you know what time it is? It is six in the morning! IT IS SIX IN THE FREAKING MORNING! And guess what I'm doin'? While everybody in the world is asleep, while everybody in the freaking world's asleep, I'm up...getting ready...to go to freaking work. Do y'all not know it is too early!? My brain isn't even functioning. Oh Jesus! Y'all have me so bitched right now! IT IS SIX IN THE FREAKING MORNING!" I fell back onto the mattress and whined. (This is based off one of my favorite vines. Couldn't find the link. Srry.)

Crutchie sat there for a second, then burst out laughing hysterically. He fell back on his bed and continued laughing.

"Oh....my....God!" he gasped in between laughter. I saw tears escape his eyes as he rolled off he bed. I started laughing with him and put on my leg and helped him up. For some reason, I was laughing so hard, I let go of Crutchie's arm and fell down next to him. "Sister! Why have you forsaken me?!" he laughed. I rolled on the floor with him until I heard a knock at the door. I wiped a happy tear from my eye and looked up to see a sleepy Jack, rubbing his eyes.

"What's so funny?" he smiled. I snickered. His hair was sticking up and he looked like he'd just rolled down a hill.

"Nothing." I sighed. I put on my shoes and hat. "I won't be selling papes today. I'm gonna go to Miss Medda's and see Driver and his sisters." I scooted out the door, but Jack grabbed on to the back of my shirt. 

"Why are you going to see Driver?" he asked. I wiggled out of Jack's grip.

"Crutchie, tell him what I told you last night, please. I'm in a rush." I pleaded, sliding down the metal banister. As I walked out the door, I saw Race's hat resting on his face. I flicked it off his head and he woke up.

"C'mon, kid." he groaned, re-positioning his hat.

"Time to get up." I said, shaking his arm gently.

"But I was dreamin' about a box of Coronas..." he murmured, falling back asleep. I shook my head and walked out the door.

I had made it to the theater just as the morning rush of workers kicked in. I opened the door and saw the girls still asleep in their hammock and Driver sleeping in an overturned crate. I quietly walked past them and into my dressing room. I closed the door behind me and stood in front of my closet. I pulled out a casual white blouse and skirt and put them on. I stood in front of my mirror and took off my hat. I undid my hair and let it fall down around my shoulders. I started brushing it out when I heard whispering.

"She's wearing all white! I told you she was an angel, Rosie!" Olive whispered.

"If she's an angel, where are her wings?" Rose hissed. I chuckled.

"Not all wings are attached to ones back, girls." I smiled, turning to the door. The girls blushed with embarrassment and giggled. I motioned for them to come in and the looked around the room in awe.

"Is this all yours?" Rose asked, clutching Missy Apple. 

"No. It belongs to the lady who owns the joint." I said. "Oh!" I remembered, lightly hitting my forehead. "I brought something for you girls and Driver." I reached into my pant's pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. I undid it and revealed what was inside.

"Gingerbread!" the girls exclaimed. I laughed as the two of them dove at the cookies.

"One each." I said.