Chapter 27
I covered my body from head to toe. The wool sweater I wore was itchy, but it made my body look like a shapeless lump. That would do.
I trudged downstairs to find more stinky blooms filling my home. Roses, daisies and orchids were filling all available space. I sneezed. I missed the smell of stale beer and dead fish.
"Did you rob a botanical garden?" I asked the kid. He sat at the kitchen table with Chief Charlie and the giant. The were eating all of my Frosted Flakes, the deviants.
The kid grinned at me. "My mother is a florist."
"Nice of you to steal all her profits," I stated. Turning to Chief Charlie, I added, "You better get working on that drinking problem, old man. We need more bottles to stick those things."
"What, Bells?" My father looked up from his coffee.
"I need some Colt 45 bottles or Bud cans to stick the flowers in."
"We have vases."
I shook my head. "Nope."
"Yes, we do!"
"You must be joking, Chief Charlie."
"I wasn't raised in a barn, girl." His mustache started its twitching.
I grabbed the Frosted Flakes. "Are you sure about that? You do like living in a pig sty."
"Young lady, you want me to add heels for Friday?" Chief Charlie smirked.
Curses, Father!
I sneezed again and started scratching my neck. It itched. I tried to pour my cereal into the bowl. Empty. "You must be kidding me."
"Sorry, little one!" The giant winked and took a big bite of my cereal.
"I'm going to gag you with that spoon." I sneezed.
Baseball Boy quickly stood up and grabbed my hand. "I'll get you some breakfast at the diner!"
He lead me out the door, as I sneezed and scratched. The kid looked at me with concern. "Do you want take that sweater off? It looks itchy."
"No," I grumbled and got in with a huff.
Baseball Boy had seen quite enough me today.