“that wasn’t fucking funny.” joey was normally pretty mild mannered, but after the ryan house had been broken into while she and the kids were all sleeping, she was certainly more on edge. it seemed that the latest uptick in strange occurrences had also inspired a rash of practical jokers too and she was not fucking in the mood after a particularly long shift at the diner. “christ jesus, this is not the night for that shit.”
it wasn’t her nature to get riled up over a joke, but she was still shaken about the rearranged furniture in her living and dining room that had been some kind of strange, unexplained piece of the break-in. at first she had even attributed it to her mom--a woman who was often so drunk she’d wear a constellation of bruises from myriad unexplained events. sighing in annoyance, joey rounded the corner to the parking lot. “are you really having car trouble or was that bullshit too?” she’d heard it from some other patron of the diner, so she didn’t even know if it was true, but she had some jumper cables in her car.”
