After my son died, I went away for two years. Woke up in a casino in
Vegas. Mean Girl does most of the highjacking. Days, weeks, months. Since I was ten and had to go and live with the monster.
Total black out. I never remember. Have never been able to remember
getting married the second time.
Don't know their names and only one has ever spoken to me. She was
good to me; mother and mentor. She tried to keep the others in line. I
hated saying goodbye to her, but they all had to leave.
They have been gone for sixteen months now. I have not lost one
minute of time and no one plays tricks on me. All it would take to
open that door is one bottle of tequila. I'm not even tempted.