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He kept walking through our bedroom while I was laying the panelling. He
would stand over me and offer up some pointless advice but mainly he was just
getting dirt on the floor and Elly had to follow him around with a brush.
He vanished again when some guys picked him up in an old maroon BMW.
“He can’t stay here.” I told Elly.
“He isn’t hurting anyone.”
“He isn’t helping either and am sick of paying for him. I am not his mother, am
not his keeper and he is a lazy cunt of a grown man.”
“Are you going to eat that.” She said pointing at a stacked burger.
“Yeah. Am hungry and I’ve earned it.” I said squashing it together.
The egg yolk ran over the thick slice of cheese and down onto the even thicker
slab of meat that was my burger. I loved a good sandwich and after a day of
hard labour I certainly thought that I’d earned the right to eat what I wanted.
Elly and her brother sat back and supervised but I was a doer and when I was
done doing it was time to eat.
“You are what you eat.” She said snobbishly.
“So you are cucumbers and ice-cream.” I said playfully.
She flipped me the bird and started to read a baby magazine.