Last Friday, Brian and I went shopping. He got home early and it was nice to get the shopping done and not have to worry about it on the weekend.
We’d gotten my mom a case of Sharp’s at CostCo, so stopped by her house on the way home. I knocked at the back door and it took forever for her to get it open. The smell of cigarette smoke surrounded her.
Brian carried the case in and set it on the dryer. She said “let me pay you” and I followed her in. There, next to her spot on the sofa was a can of Bud and an ashtray, with ashes and a cigarette butt. I looked at it.
“Oh, that’s from last week.”
Yeah, right. She keeps the place spotless. She said that she was just feeling down and got a six-pack of beer and a pack of the cheapest cigarettes they had. She said “I only smoked two.” She was lying. She said she’d only had one beer. But she was doing the lip licking thing, the I’m really thirsty thing. I doubt she’d only had one beer.
She said “are you mad at me?” No, I’m disappointed. You were doing so good. I left without taking any money for the Sharp’s. I didn’t care about the money. When I walked out the door, she followed me. “You won’t tell Brian will you?” I answered “Of course I’ll tell Brian.”
When I got home, I called her, we had a long talk.
I told her “fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me”. She’s fooled me twice now. I think I’ll have a hard time believing her from now on, when it comes to cigarettes and beer.
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