Dad
followed me. He sat down with a loud
exhalation and turned to stare at me.
After twenty-seconds of uninterrupted comical glaring he joked: “If
you’re on drugs you can tell me you know.”
I
lowered the magazine and laughed a muffled response. “If I was on drugs I would never tell you.”
“Why not?” he feigned surprise and hurt.
“You’d be missing out. We could
share. I have a cupboard full back
home.”
“Really?”
“Sure. Uppers, downers, lefters,
righters. I got the lot.”
(from An Idiot In
Love by David Jester)
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