Grump

I’m multifaceted, Kal. You never know where I’m gpnna go.

Yes, my mom. And Pat’s mom. It sucks, I hate it. But it’s fine…we always know art is usually the first to go so its not as shocking.

Now that’s for damn sure.

Pat is running on fumes right now. I make dinner for him and everything. I’m like a little butler. When I’m allowed outside my home, I can keep busy.

Hey, you asked. Some people find me charming.

I’m impressed. Never heard of a homemaker artist.

Please. He’s more single than I am.

I’m a grower not a shower, Kal.

He doesn’t exist outside of your apartment and the hospital. Who would have thought Pat would wind up being the busy one.

What? You mean you DON’T want to live in an eternal bachelor pad with your toddler?? Rude.

It took until this isolation for me to truly appreciate it.

I’m sure Pat appreciates being looped into your singleness.

Orr…I paint Pat’s arms in the dead of night. Either or.

God, I’m insanely jealous of your quarantine beard right now, Kal.

This is why I got my own place instead of moving in with you lot.

And she won’t be getting on a plane anytime soon.

Hey, I’ve got some kid paints and stuff. Want it for him? I can’t promise it won’t end up on your walls but I can’t use it.

Nah, mate, that’s alright. We’re making do. You can pass it along to Pat for his patients to cover his arms with.

His. I know yours would find him dramatic.

You’re right. What’s she gonna do? Come here?

She hasn’t been on a plane since 2007. Reyna can have an opinion on parenting when she starts actually parenting.

ooooo I bet mom loves to hear that.

His or mine? Mine would probably hate how dramatic he is too. And I really couldn’t care less what Reyna thinks.

How’s Kor handing it? Being inside?

I think the worst is Pat’s stress level. I think he’s gone to like an 11.

He texts me updates every now and again and I can tell. He’s pretty overwhelmed.

I already know more languages than most Americans–I’m good.

How’re you, Kal??

I’m fine. This is no different than my usual routine, you know that. Only headache is I can’t go to my bodega anymore.

……I may already have talked to two of them. Today.

I’m social and struggling Kal.

Oi. I don’t know how to help you there. Put on a podcast. Learn a new language. This is good practice for you to learn to be on your own, lad.

Do you know how bad it is when MY MOM tells me to chill and call her later?

For Christ’s sake, Seamus. Are none of your sisters around?

I’ve never been so bored in my life. I called my mom…twice.

I’ll only resort to that if I actually catch it.