Lucas didn't know what he'd expected. He didn't know what he'd wanted.
And yet he was still disappointed.
Yaaaaaaaaay.
He rounded the napping girl in his goddamn bed, takin' steps like a stork. Cocked his head.
She'd sure had a good time. Asked for a new blanket and bear. Mom and Dad'd taken her to town. They'd come back beaming, little bitch clinging to his fucking mother's dress 'round the stupid fucking toys and laaaaaughing. Mom'd looked at Jack, gasped, taken a couple takes, muttered "we forgot..." Mutter. "...for Lucas..."
...He flipped Evie the bird. Turned around.
Happy FUCKING 23rd.
July 2nd. "Celebration".
