Crap hit the fan once again.
It always starts out mellow and then slowly builds up.
It’s just a matter of time before the alcohol kicks in.
No sooner than 30 minutes after calling it a night the phone rings.
“They’re fighting!” The frantic voice reports on the other line.
I try to get some sleep.
Relieved that I am not part of the crap that’s hitting the fan.
Phone rings again.
I drop the line but it rings endlessly.
I tell myself, “it’s okay tonight you won’t get any sleep.”
Like watching a movie right from the balcony!
One by one I invite my nieces and nephews for “The Talk.”
Hopefully they emerge stronger and wiser than their peers.
Unless there is a plan specific to each one alcohol will continue to rule.
Without an authentic admission of truth denial will continue to widen the gap.
It’s a family of odds and ends.