Lyon – Chapter 164
In the morning it was daddy’s turn to corral the herd and get them situated for the day. I had Cody on my hip while I prepared breakfast.
These f***s don’t know what dry cereal looks like, except during summer vacation, ain’t that a bitch. Their mother and grandmothers spoil their asses and what they don’t do, the grandfathers pick up the slack.
I got the bacon from the oven and scrambled a couple dozen eggs. The noise level was off the charts becauseMengele. She was arguing with her brothers that our night out was better than theirs.
more serious to argue about. Their mother waddled in just when they were finishing up and I had to feed her miserable a*s.
d to tear my f*****g
part with their
” I sipped my coffee and bounced my kid on my knee
a lay down and put my feet up.” Like that wasn’t her pl
er after warning them not to bother their mother.
themselves and I have to worry more about Mengele f*****g somebody’s shit up than about her getting hurt.
ck to the house already tired just thinking about whatever the f**k it is that my kids were going to be getting
ay.
er shit away and headed upstairs to put Cody
o I was sure she was in there tucked up with a box of Kleenex and a pint of ice cream. F*****g hormones!
sure enough her eyes were glued to the screen, nose red and runny and eyes swollen. She does this
hat?”
resh tears.
rom the nightstand and turned the shit off.
reen writer now.
her a*s gets weepy that usually means trouble for yours truly. Not to-f*****g-day. Can I get some peace in this bitch?
seventeen f*****g years.
ot Catalin
it? Just packing up one day just you and me and hoofing it to the border?”
upid TV. She howled with laughter like I knew she would and the knots in my gut untangled themselves.
peaking of which, I meant to tell you somet
that my a*s ends up in a sling.
shit and rolled her eyes at me.
de her and braced myself for whatever fuckery she was about to hit me with.
now?”
I sat up and looked at her but her face didn’t tell me sh
young as they used to be and every littl
hem had fallen and busted their head open in the shower or some shit. I should’ve known better. Elena’s hippie a*s thinks she’s fifty.
“Ma, what’s wr
night that I needed to talk to you.”
th her sniffling shit again.
ds and all. She found that shit funny for some f****d up reason. “I don’t need to know
till standing?” Mengele gets her penchant for blowing up shit from the pothead so it’s always a toss up on any given day.
get this man out of my house.”
, mom.”
d making me nuts.”
ughters on
it? I should find a home for both their asses bu
.
’ll see what I can do.” I don’t know what she’s complaining about because my wife drags the lot of them to my plac
“I’m not playing Colton, between him and Cyrus I don’t know wh
nds can’t even walk through the door in pea
laugh at this shit, imagining a bunch of seventy year old women high off their asses. I could’ve told her what her husband and Cy were doing in the backyard but why bo
e’d figure it out soon enough when dad starts drying his grow in her damn kitchen
e girls have a lot to do to get ready for the trips and I can’t have him constantly underfoot.”
it.” Meanwhile what the f**k is she and her pack planning for my kids? I listened to her
him come over here and teach Catalina stuff.” Who the f**k is she kidding?
say that’s best.” Pitiful!
n’t hide my shaking shoulders. That got me one of
ot deal with triplets and Catalina when the babies come.”
” The pothead and Mengele is n
her, or let her get hurt. This way we’ll kill two birds with one stone. Your mom can have her space and Catalina would have someone watching over her.”
l have to listen to her nagging a*s.
s her hormonal a*s talking and there’s no winning against that shit. She always wants family around when she’s getting close to her due date.
amily so I’ma give her family. F**k me!