Lucy, my uncle, my dad, my aunt.
This was taken shortly before we (my parents, brother and I)
immigrated in 1968.
Lucy was 20.
I was almost finished cleaning up the house this afternoon when the phone rang. Hubby answered it. It was my aunt who I haven't talked to in ages. We are close but she lives overseas so this phone call must have cost her big $$$. And she refuses to get internet.
Anyway it was 1:00 AM where she is and she was three sheets to the wind. This is her usual MO. I was sure she must have called because she heard Luke was leaving in a week to go to Afghanistan. I asked her if she had heard the news but it went right over her head (thank goodness!) If she had clued in I'd probably still be on the phone with her crying and sobbing and her head jammed farther into the bottle.
I don't NEED that right now!
Anyway she babbled on for about half an hour and told me my stepmom had been MIA so I promised I would call to let Beth know that Lucy was wondering where/how she was. I phoned as soon as Lucy and I hung up and Beth commiserated with me and promised she'd call Lucy when it was early afternoon -before any more bottle diving.
I begged Beth to refrain from telling Lucy about Luke. What she doesn't know can't hurt her. I wish Lucy would get herself straightened out but it would take a miracle. I do love her. My mom always said we were very alike. (That was before Lucy decided she was a lesbian at age 40. The female half anyway. What a farce.) What mom meant was that we are both noisy and messy. But I am a good cook and Lucy...well, let's not go there.
My life. It's weird.
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