Sunday
It was hours later when we woke up to the sound of the trailer door opening.
"What time is it?" Puck asked.
"1."
"In the morning?"
"Yes."
He shifted and I moved to the opposite end of the couch.
"Noah?" a woman called from the back end of the trailer which wasn't very far.
"Living room," he called back.
A short, full figured woman smelling of smoke and alcohol entered the room.
"Damn the 'lectricity still out?" she asked.
"Yeah."
Puck and I stood.
"Mom, this is my friend..." he began.
"Damn I'm hungry. We got any food?"
"We do, but as I just told you, the electricity's still out which means...we can't cook anything."
"Oh."
"Anyway, as I was saying...this is my friend Ashley."
I looked at the woman's form in the dark.
"From, school. And glee club."
"You're in glee club?"
"Yeah, just like I was last year," Puck sounded annoyed.
"It's nice to meet you doll," his mom told me.
"And you too, Miss..."
"Norah call me Norah."
"Norah. Like Norah Jones. So what do you do?" I asked politely.
"I'm a waitress, a bartender and a receptionist. I'm also, shattered."
I looked at Puck; "shattered?"
"Exhausted."
"Oh."
"Well Mom we're gonna get going."
"Ok."
We went out into the cold dark morning and climbed into Puck's waiting jeep.
"So where to?" he asked.
"Oh I don't care."
"Ok to the park then."
He turned the key in the ignition and sped off.
"So your mom she's...wow."
"Its ok you can say it. I know she can be a bit rude. She's always tired."
"Um, jus so ya know."
"Yeah?"
"I got ballet in a few hours."
"Ok."