Sunday, March 20, 2016
Some time ago.
My Sister: Have you bought a bin yet?
I realise that it’s going to be one of ‘those’ conversations.
MS: You know.
Me: [Lighting a cigarette and feeling weary] I really don’t. I’ve got a bin.
MS: For the bathroom.
My bathroom is used for a number of very key functions in my life – household refuse disposal is not one of them. I frown at her.
MS: The children. Favourite Daughter?
Me: [Exhaling a plume of cigarette smoke] And?
MS: She’ll be coming to stay with you soon?
I shrug. These are established facts.
MS: [After gazing at me for awhile] She’s thirteen now?
I stare at her some more. I know my daughter’s age. I don’t see the connection between that and the need for additional refuse receptacles.
We stare at each other a bit more.
Me: Oh. Riiiight.
My sister nods with a “fuck me, finally” look about her.
Me: I should probably buy a bin with a lid for the bathroom.