With our entry into the workforce, Casey and I were allotted larger water rations. It felt good to drink as much as we needed, even if it was the disgusting water from our sink that we got. I left the lion's share - what's a lion anyway? - to Casey - I didn't need that much water really, and he was dealing with children. They might have been awful to us - but they were the future, right?
That's Mother's compassion speaking, I think.
Mother's old guitar disappeared one night. I didn't think much of it, until I found the note on my typewriter.
"Tony Jr. sends his regards."
Someone had gotten into our house and taken it. And why? Oh, I had my guesses. Now that we had actual income, I'd secreted some cash away someplace safe - just in case.
More likely, though, since nobody knew about that - I would guess it was just a reminder that we hadn't given the new Tony our respects. Sure, when the thugs came by, we handed over the cash, and they were satisfied - but neither I, nor Casey, had gone to see Old Tony - much less Tony Jr. - in person. Ever. Maybe they took offense to that.
Not my problem.
I made friends with a local girl. She's still in the school system, but she's cute, and she makes me laugh. Yadira, her name is.
Secretly, I think of her as mine. I've already decided - when she's of age - well.
I don't think she's ready to make the transformation, but when she is - I'll have her then.
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