Mollie Ellison Spinelli

Hah, well… Damn. I was really hoping you’d take the reins on this one. Um… anyway…

I guess I should start by telling you you’re an aunt now? Sorta? I knocked this girl up. Actually, I knocked two girls up. One I was in love with, one that was a complete mistake and a lack of impulse control. Neither of ‘em want me involved. Which I guess is fine. I, uh, got a coupl’a DUIs and most recently fought a guy at a club, slashed his tires, and then stole a car with a lil bit of coke on me. So… I got this fancy little ankle bracelet if you’ve not noticed it yet. There it is. All of it. Damn, it feels good to get that off my chest. 

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No one’s said anything, but i can tell that it makes some people uncomfortable. 

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———-I miss you.

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It’s like I never left, really. Both of those things were great as a kid. Unfortunately, my brain is fully developed so I think the latter is awful now. Good for today’s teens though… I think. I don’t know, I just got out of weekend county jail so maybe not. Anyway, let’s go. 

You wanna update me first or should I bring down the mood with my shit?

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Eh, I dunno. I prefer the pub to still serve minors so that way the ones around here don’t annoy me to go buy ‘em stuff. Though most of them go to Brooklyn now anyways, but still. 

I don’t really want to talk to you about it. 

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I mean, sometimes it’s nice to hear about meds from people who actually have used them versus a psychiatrist who’s just trying to drug you up, but whatever. 

Is my Tourette’s, like… scary? Like do they make you nervous?

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Noel...no. Not even a little bit. 

I never thought I’d be the depressed type, but… god, I think I’m depressed. 

I will ask you for everything all of the time, every day for forever, thank you very much. 

Speaking of asking something, can I ask you something stupid?

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Psh, of course, you know you can all of the time, every day for forever. 

I have a shit ton to tell you too. 

Let’s do it. Can we go to the pub? 

Of course. They still have those amazing, extra crispy chicken wings and also still serve alcohol to minors, so, it’s just like you left it. 

I will explain everything, I promise. Just let me get settled in again.

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Buddy the Elf, what’s your favorite color?! 

I do like pie, Mollie. I love pie. But there’s something weird about the way this one smells and I cannot describe it to you.

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Sure you’re not just smelling yourself? 

I’d trust you with my life, Mol, but I don’t know if I can trust you on dessert. 

You won’t be trusting me with your life ‘cause I’ll be the one killing you if you don’t try it! 

—-I’m sorry, it just smells a little funny. 

You smell funny. Try it! It was the first Christmas dessert I ever made at Nora’s - eggnog pie. I’ve perfected it over the years. I promise you’ll like it.