“Hello?”
“Ema, its Stacy. You'd never guess who'd just called me.”
“Who?”
“Mom.”
“Oh great. What happened this time? Was she left, kicked out, or blacked out?”
“Blacked out at Blues Fest.”
“Let me guess, now she wants you to drive there just to pick her drunk ass up.”
“Yeah, she actually thinks I'm going to leaving my two year old baby at home alone just to go pick her up on a sweltering night like this. Do you even think she remembers Isabella anymore? Or if she does, that Isabella is only two years old.”
“No she probably drank the few memories she had of her only grandchild away. That's my reason why she's never meeting Damien.”
“Oh s***, I forgot you're seven months pregnant, Ema. Sorry, I shouldn't have woken you up.”
“You were woken up by Mom's drunken phone calls when you were pregnant with Isabella, Stacy. Plus my pregnancy is going fine. I'm actually lying down on the tiny couch in Damien's rom. The crib is already up and the walls were finally painted.”
“What colors?”
“Baby blue for the walls and ceiling; navy blue for the doors and borders.”
“No decorations yet?”
“I still have time to put some decorations up. I might get some at the baby shower too.”
“I still can't believe your baby shower is on the 4th of July, let alone it’s in a week.”
“Yeah, I can't believe I'm going to be a mom of a baby boy. Hope I’ll be a good mom.”
“Hell of a lot better than our mom no matter what.”
“Yeah, about her,”
“What?”
“I was thinking of picking her up”
“NO WAY!”
“but dropping her off in a detox.”
“That doesn't sound like a bad plan Ema, but I don't want Mom to stress you out when you're so close to becoming a mom yourself.”
“Yeah, I guess. Maybe we'll get lucky and she'll be picked up by the cops and put in detox.”
“Plus with Mom's history of being picked up for possession, paraphernalia, and drunk and disorderly, and put in detox, the cops might force her to stay in detox.”
“Might? No way. The cops will probably force her to stay in detox.”
“If Mom goes clean”
“Mon will never be clean, Stacy and you know it.”
“But if she does, will you ever let Mom see Damien?”
“No.”
“Ema, what about Mom's funeral though?”
“No.”
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
“Stacy I think I have someone calling me.”
“Oh, okay. Love you, bye!”
“Hello?”
“Babby ther forsing me in da dunk tank thin detox. You gotta getshir sesta to camma getcha me, ima soooooo aloone.”
“Yes you are alone.”
Click.