I guess I’ll try this thing once during the week. Thanks for bearing with me, Trifecta.
We want between 33 and 333 words from (and including) the third definition of the word:
This week’s word is vulgar.
BRUNCH WITH MAMA
Joey strutted into the kitchen in halter top and bikini bottom, earbuds cranked up to hell, smacking gum and texting, smoking and stroking her pussycat Delilah. Another stranger sat at the breakfast island.
He was in the middle of one of Amber’s Bloody Mary’s, it looked like to Joey. From the look on both their stupid faces, he’d been in the middle of Amber all night. Amber had pink sweatpants with “JUICY!!” on the butt, the stranger had some of Daddy’s jammie bottoms on, and they wore matching Daddy’s-old-wife-beater shirts. He spied Joey and almost fell off his stool.
“You didn’t tell me you had a twin.” Amber and Joey smiled at each other. Only 17 years apart, they often got that, until you looked a little closer and saw the hard edge around Amber’s eyes. Billy Ed used to say it was the plain-ass mean around Joey’s eyes that was the biggest difference.
“Who’s the honey?” said “Jimmy”. Amber smacked him on the head with her spatula. “That’s my daughter Joey, you prick.” She slammed his steak and eggs down in front of Jimmy, but she smiled as she thrust her chest in his face, saying “And she’s just like me, if you know what I’m sayin'”.
Joey opened the fridge, grabbing an orange which she proceeded to drop, bend over from the waist to retrieve, peel, and suck each slice of, with greedy laps of her tongue and an occasional smile at James Robert.
“What you listenin’ to, girl?”, asked Jim-Bob.
Jimmy snorted a little tomato juice out his nose, “That skank, man she is one ugly bitch.”
Amber and Joey both looked at the floor, then at each other. Amber picked up the rolling pin and smashed Jimmy in the back of the head, just once.
“Mama, you promised I could have some of the next one.”
“Nobody talks about the Lady in such a vulgar way around me!”
“I know you love her, Mama.”