Nothing but Blue Skies

"You're an old slut on junk!"

"If you're gonna quote scripture to me at least try and sing it."

"Fuck your mother."

"Well at least it's better than fucking yours."

"You're such a stunning wit, too bad you have no beauty to dilute your venomous swill - you're just a fucking ugly bitch from the inside bleeding out."  Drew dismissed her with his hand, a decidedly feminine gesture, and turned toward the pristine window.  A bird slammed into the window right between his eyes, he felt the breeze a beat before Mandy's hand slapped the side of his head.

Mandy was muttering in Portuguese, it was such a release, she didn't have to choose her words and Drew wouldn't get most of it.

"Stop it with the windows already- you've killed another one.  Everytime someone in your family drops by, what is it? almost everyday? we don't have to be in a state of perfection- I can't live like this!  Why are you such a whore to their ideals?  When do you quit being their Portuguese poster child and actually live a real, messy life like the rest of us?"

Mandy glanced at the wall clock and pressed her lips together.

Drew moved toward the back door- he needed to lie in an endless, warm field of sratchy dry grass and crickets, where it took two days to pass one.

Mandy strode over to handle him.  She grasped the front of his white button-up shirt and smoothed the hair over his bald patch.   He wanted to spit in her capable, dull eyes.

"My mom will be here any minute, I think my sister is dropping in too."

She cooed his favorite Portuguese endearment, meaning "my little roasted rabbit" - somehow flawed in the translation.

He flinched at her purring and misjudged the sliding door, slamming into clear glass.