this afternoon

Dad says that there can't be no nothing laying around the apartment this afternoon. He says he's got a girl, one from work, coming home with him after they get through with their shift. He also says that me and Cora better not be anywhere near the apartment this afternoon because that just wouldn't be good. That's what he said. He did, last night.

And I'm not so mad or upset at dad because I don't need to be at the apartment this afternoon. I don't have any friends or girls of my own coming over, but I am just thinking of what I should do this afternoon. There's a soccer game, so that means Beau and Reg are tied up, which might be a good thing because last time we got together in the afternoon we lit some of the woods on fire. That almost got out of hand real quick but luckily it didn't and I'm glad because I know some of the guys that work on the fire department and they're a tough bunch. I've seen a couple of them not in their firefighting clothes, but over at the apartment, hanging out with dad at nights. They like to get loud, the firefighters and dad, while they drink whiskey or scotch or beer, i'm not sure which or in which order.

So I need to let Cora know not to be at the apartment this afternoon. I need to let her know a little bit about what dad said, about the girl from work. She'd be mad as hell if I didn't. She'd call me all sorts of names like fat head or muscle nuts or pigeon shit. I don't like it when Cora calls me those names. When she says certain words, they hurt. She has a way of saying them. Then again, I wouldn't mind getting Cora mad. I noticed she drank all of the strawberry milk this morning and on top of that she always uses up all the hot water in the shower. That bugs me, the hot water thing. Why does she have to do that? I'll have to ask her.