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Depending on Magda
Remind me; who’s the parent here?
Liffy sat by the window of the basement apartment, watching feet and legs swing by, ignoring the slamming and banging behind him.
His round face was untroubled and he pushed his glasses back up. He’d been expecting Auntie Darcy to lose it soon and was actually a little surprised that she hadn’t yesterday. When Mom dropped him off here two days ago he was relieved. Some of the places she left him were lots more scary. Auntie Darcy just threw things and yelled when Mom didn’t come back when she said she would. She never hit Liffy.
“I knew she was gonna do this again!”
Auntie Darcy’s dog, Bert, scooted under the couch. Not everyone was like Liffy.
“She could at least call, ferchrissakes. How many fucken times do I have to tell her that?”
Bang!
Liffy appreciated that Auntie Darcy saved her most ferocious crashing for the pots and pans. It was just too bad when grownups broke stuff.
“Goddamn her. She only thinks of herself.” Crash! The old enamel sink had been through worse.
Liffy was watching shoes. On the days that he saw the same, identical pair twice, it was good luck. The crashing in the kitchen stopped and Auntie Darcy muttered and swore for awhile…
