“Still pissing in public, Billy? Where was it last time? Airport, I believe?”
Billy Bloodsworth turned to his sister-in-law. “Listen, we’re both here to support Jimmy C. and cheer him on for The Discarding. Let’s just get along together tonight, Lavender. We’ve all changed down here. Let’s accept that and move on.” He changed the subject. “Do you have your poem ready?”
“Poem?” queries Lavender.
Sprite on the other side of her takes another drink. Billy studies his pained face.
“Umm, how about you, Sprite? Poetry?”
“Sure. You know this special brew of yours is just shite, Billy. You know that, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I only drink it for medicinal purposes myself. About that poem…”
(to be continued)
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