March 4, 2017 by dellanioakes
“Nightmare,” Gaspar said, pouring each of them a glass of whiskey.
“Yes, somewhat. It will all be over soon,” Amanda replied.
“They don’t even know what to say to me,” Gaspar said, gulping slightly. “And Granny Harmon asks Rich at least seventeen times a visit, why he’s not married with children.”
“They’re no worse than other families,” Amanda said. “Nanny is super cool, but not everyone is. My other great-grandmother makes Granny Harmon look like a Care Bear.”
Gaspar snorted. “Which one?”
“That green f**ker. I always hated him.”
© 2017 Dellani Oakes