ArtWrite 8/7: Francois Bonnel "New Friends "
Updated: Dec 4, 2020
For now, the pain in Joely’s stomach was subtle, like distant rumblings of thunder.
Francine pushed her hair out of her eyes and took another sip. She was always prone to belligerence, but the cocktails were fueling it.
She turned from Anna to Joely. “And how come every time you talk about how little sleep you’ve gotten, you make it sound like you’re more virtuous than we are?”
Joely remained impassive. Just as she’d learned as a child to stop, drop, and roll during a fire, her brother’s tantrums had taught her how to be invisible.
“Your life -- Why do you live your life like some lonely cat lady?”
The wrench in Joely’s gut tightened. She didn’t have a cat.
“Francine, stop. “You’re not even making sense,” Anna turned and placed her hand on top of Joely’s. “Don’t listen to her. She’s drunk.”
-- Maggie Levine