A SHORT STORY: PATRICK'S SURPRISE
"Why was she drinking alcohol on the Lord’s day and why does she drink?"
St. Patrick’s day fell on a Sunday that year when I was twelve and I walked through the land of Sodom and Gomorrah.
My name is Dana. I was visiting my Aunt Sue, with my brother Tony who is two years older to the exact day. We were both born on October 11, me at 9:46 am, Tony at 10:30 pm. Just thought you’d want to know that about us, it’s our conversational icebreaker and one of the things that makes us unique.
Aunt Sue is my mom’s sister. She’s our fancy relative. Aunt Sue lives in a condo in downtown Phoenix, and we lived out in the boonies about an hour away. She was watching us while our parents were on a weekend get-away. Everyone was pretty excited about the plans. Our family doesn’t travel very much…at all. It was a big deal.
The weekend started out in a usual way that weekends in the big city should. We went to a very nice restaurant where the food was good and the people watching amazing. Tony and I love looking at strangers, trying to figure out their stories...read
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