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tossed on the bed earlier. I stumbled a bit, realizing the half bottle of Jameson still might have a bit of a hold on me.
“I love watching you when you’re drunk,” Meg laughed. “Your own drunkenness surprises you. I saw that you totally thought you were fine, and then you almost fell on your ass. Priceless,” she giggled.
I managed to wrestle myself into my cut without falling over and sat down on the bed. Although, I’m sure it was more of a sit/fall. “Happy to entertain you,” I chuckled.
She held her hand out to me, and I grabbed it as she pulled me up. “Barb tried to hide my curvy curves, sucking me into a death contraption that one of my legs couldn’t fit into. Cyn and Barb both had to pull and tug to get me in. By the time they did, I was at about thirty percent oxygen level and falling. I’m pretty sure my lips turned purple.” She wrapped her arm around my waist, and we headed down the hall to the kitchen.
“I hope you didn’t get a dress that is going to hide all those curves I love, babe.” I slid my hand down her back and cupped her ass.
“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see,” she giggled, grabbing my hand, leading me into the kitchen and pushing me up against the counter. Sitting or leaning was probably my best bet at the moment. “You stay there and help me figure out what to make for dinner.”
“You know I’ll eat whatever you make, babe.”
She opened the freezer, sticking her head in, “You’re half drunk. I’m betting something greasy and beyond fattening is right up your alley right now. My stomach growled at her words. She peeked her head out and laughed. “I’m going to take that as a yes.” She pulled out a package of hamburger buns, tossing them on the counter and pulled out a pound of hamburger meat. “Juicy, greasy, messy, fall apart in your hand, burgers it is.”
After pulling all the fixings out, Meg pulled out a beer and handed it to me. “You trying to keep me drunk?”
“Maybe I have plans to take advantage of you later.” She winked at me and turned back to the counter, pattying up the burgers. “You feel like talking about your mom anymore?”
No, not really. I wish I didn’t ever have to think about her and cancer again, but I knew that was reality. “What do you want to know?”
“How long has she known?”
“A month.”
“What! She’s known for over a month, and she didn’t think that was something she should tell anyone?”
I shrugged my shoulders and took a swig of beer, “I don’t know. Gravel said she didn’t even tell him until the day of her first chemo appointment. To say that he was pissed is an understatement.”
“What the hell, did she plan on keeping it from everyone the whole time?”
“I think so. It was almost like she was pissed when I found out. I don’t believe she wants to be a burden to anyone or some shit like that. The woman took care of me all my life, now it’s my turn to help take care of her. My only problem is she doesn’t fucking tell me when she needs help.” Damn woman was one of the most stubborn women I knew. I had to basically force her to tell me when her next chemo appointment was. After fifteen minutes of insisting knowing when it was, she finally told me. I planned to be at every appointment that I could make.
“Did you tell anyone?”
“No, she asked me not to. She said the only one I could tell was you.”
“Well, that sucks. She does realize this whole clubhouse treats her like she’s their mother, right?” Meg slid the burger patties onto a grill pan she had heating on the stove and grabbed an onion. She sliced it open, her knife slamming down on the board.
“I know, babe. I’m sure eventually she’ll say something, but as of right now, she’s asked we don’t tell anyone.”
She mumbled under her breath, working on the burgers and toasting the buns in the oven. I loved watching Meg cook. It was incredible how she could take something so simple as a burger and
“I love watching you when you’re drunk,” Meg laughed. “Your own drunkenness surprises you. I saw that you totally thought you were fine, and then you almost fell on your ass. Priceless,” she giggled.
I managed to wrestle myself into my cut without falling over and sat down on the bed. Although, I’m sure it was more of a sit/fall. “Happy to entertain you,” I chuckled.
She held her hand out to me, and I grabbed it as she pulled me up. “Barb tried to hide my curvy curves, sucking me into a death contraption that one of my legs couldn’t fit into. Cyn and Barb both had to pull and tug to get me in. By the time they did, I was at about thirty percent oxygen level and falling. I’m pretty sure my lips turned purple.” She wrapped her arm around my waist, and we headed down the hall to the kitchen.
“I hope you didn’t get a dress that is going to hide all those curves I love, babe.” I slid my hand down her back and cupped her ass.
“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see,” she giggled, grabbing my hand, leading me into the kitchen and pushing me up against the counter. Sitting or leaning was probably my best bet at the moment. “You stay there and help me figure out what to make for dinner.”
“You know I’ll eat whatever you make, babe.”
She opened the freezer, sticking her head in, “You’re half drunk. I’m betting something greasy and beyond fattening is right up your alley right now. My stomach growled at her words. She peeked her head out and laughed. “I’m going to take that as a yes.” She pulled out a package of hamburger buns, tossing them on the counter and pulled out a pound of hamburger meat. “Juicy, greasy, messy, fall apart in your hand, burgers it is.”
After pulling all the fixings out, Meg pulled out a beer and handed it to me. “You trying to keep me drunk?”
“Maybe I have plans to take advantage of you later.” She winked at me and turned back to the counter, pattying up the burgers. “You feel like talking about your mom anymore?”
No, not really. I wish I didn’t ever have to think about her and cancer again, but I knew that was reality. “What do you want to know?”
“How long has she known?”
“A month.”
“What! She’s known for over a month, and she didn’t think that was something she should tell anyone?”
I shrugged my shoulders and took a swig of beer, “I don’t know. Gravel said she didn’t even tell him until the day of her first chemo appointment. To say that he was pissed is an understatement.”
“What the hell, did she plan on keeping it from everyone the whole time?”
“I think so. It was almost like she was pissed when I found out. I don’t believe she wants to be a burden to anyone or some shit like that. The woman took care of me all my life, now it’s my turn to help take care of her. My only problem is she doesn’t fucking tell me when she needs help.” Damn woman was one of the most stubborn women I knew. I had to basically force her to tell me when her next chemo appointment was. After fifteen minutes of insisting knowing when it was, she finally told me. I planned to be at every appointment that I could make.
“Did you tell anyone?”
“No, she asked me not to. She said the only one I could tell was you.”
“Well, that sucks. She does realize this whole clubhouse treats her like she’s their mother, right?” Meg slid the burger patties onto a grill pan she had heating on the stove and grabbed an onion. She sliced it open, her knife slamming down on the board.
“I know, babe. I’m sure eventually she’ll say something, but as of right now, she’s asked we don’t tell anyone.”
She mumbled under her breath, working on the burgers and toasting the buns in the oven. I loved watching Meg cook. It was incredible how she could take something so simple as a burger and
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