I come home from work the other day, and Trish is in my living room chatting with my daughter Lorelei.
I’ve cooled to Trish since her arrest, but my daughter likes her and they hang out sometimes at the house. Trish lives in the apartment below us, so I need to be civil.
Trish is telling the story of her cocaine arrest to Lorelei. How she got a small fine, has to attend some classes and has to do community service. I guess its because it was her first offense and she doesn’t have a record.
“Yea, it’s been a wake up call for me.”
“Well that’s good.”
“My community service is over at the senior center helping the old folks. I really like them!”
“Maybe you’ve found your calling.”
“How is Jill making out at the salon?”
“We fired her.”
“One day she was supposed to work and she didn’t show up.”
“Wow. I just saw her earlier in the week. I was upset about my arrest and I went to the salon and then we went out together.”
“What did you guys end up doing?”
“Just went out for a few drinks. I wanted to go home after a couple but she said she was heading for another bar.”
“What? When was that?”
“Monday night. Why?”
“Oh my God. No….”
“You were with Jill when she got blackout drunk and was subsequently kicked out of her sober halfway house!”
“She didn’t show up for work at the salon the next day because she was looking for a place to live!”
“But she wasn’t drunk when she was with me.”
“But you said she left you and was headed to another bar. You were there that Saturday before when she was sitting in the salon and said, “I can’t just have one drink. I have to keep going and then I want to go out. I can’t stop.”
“Oh fuck. So I’m the catalyst that made her relapse?”
“Looks that way.”
“Anyway, I’m going to go to my room and watch my show. I’ll be through for some ice periodically. Night girls.”
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