Don't, Don't You Want Me?
Her mother-in-law is driving her crazy. Non-stop prayers. Meaningless mumbling. All in Italian. She's very proud of her heritage. But this is America, not Sicily. She, too, is grieving. She lost a son, and his murderer is at large. Justice is not served. She needs some quiet and peace. She wants to slap that bitch. Stephanie Plum. That shameless slut. Cheated on her son. They were practically engaged. That heartless witch.
She stares at the half empty bottle of whiskey. The golden liquid sings back at her. One small shot. Every night. Helps her sleep like a child. Still the pain won't budge. Self defense my ass. Her life. Her ruined life. It tastes like leftover pasta. Cold. Blurred. She lets out a sob. Bob the dog looks lost. They are both mourning. They will be forever mourning. The unbearable loss of a loved one.
"Joe. Joe. Joe." She wipes away her tears and gulps down the shot.
Outside, on the quiet deserted street, the zombie staggers by the house.
~Theme Song: Don't You Want Me? by The Human League~