On Being a Stagewhore

Oh my God, it is dark out and I finally am getting out of here.

Albert tends to forget his family when he starts getting deep into his work. I think that’s why he got divorced, mom still blames his ex-wife for all of it, but the point is, Albert gets all caught up in himself, so he forgets how Greta and Marta get when they get pushed too far.

See, normally they fear and respect their older sister, but you push them too far and suddenly The Mice appear.

They’re like mice all the time, but quiet little mice who just go here and there and do what you tell them. But then, The Mice come out and all of a sudden you have two short little squeaking things telling you where to go and what to do. Nicely, I’m not saying they turn into truck drivers or something, but they band up together and even mom usually can’t get them to stop it.

And mom took their side this time! I don’t believe it. “Do you want your sisters to become snaggle-toothed spinster hags?” she said to Albert just after that front door was locked, and then it went downhill from there.

Long story short, no one is talking to each other, except for The Mice. This is always how they get their way, and I’m sick of it. I thought mom or I could be an alley cat, but no, she tells me to be the good girl and be nice to my sisters, and honestly? Mom doesn’t have that edge she did when we were all fifteen years younger.

The Mice. It will blow over, somehow, soon. If Albert backs down with his big cement head, that is.

I didn’t do any mutiny! All I asked was could I leave early Sunday so Gary could take me to the movies, he wants to go see that superhero one. All of a sudden Alby is yelling at me and Mom is going nuts, and in front we’re all nice to the customers. Am I not supposed to have a social life just because of Alby being a big time chef?

Hey Marta here, that was Greta, and we both agree. Alby is not being reasonable here, sure he gets dates every night because he picks up the ladies in the morning, but does that mean we have to die hideous spinsters?????

Alby always was the spoiled one.

Always.

And Connie. What a bit– well if mom reads this, I’d better not type it, but you probably can guess what she is.

She is so much that.

We’d better get back to work before we get caught. Bye.

Bye.