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.