finally had to start speaking Gaelic just to get past the fuckhead—sorry for the language, Mrs. McKenna.”
My grandmother laughed. “No worries, Chloe. I remember when you were in diapers, and I was young once too you know.”
“So, what are you doing here again? You never answered that question.”
“I transferred to Boston University and I didn’t want to go back to L.A. so I came straight here.”
Fiona chuckled. “Well, I know it wasn’t the weather that brought you here. Granted the summer will be lovely and fall will be…well, fall, but are you ready for your first winter here in almost five years? They haven’t gotten any better you know, despite all that talk about global warming and all that other crap.”
Strike one: Fiona was a gorgeous woman but she was also the same idiot I remembered when we were children. It was true, I had rarely done a college paper in my life but it wasn’t because I was stupid. It was just easier to pay some student on a full-ride to do it for me.
Fiona had never been particularly smart in school, and this was the reason why she never went to college. Brainpower and Fiona simply did not mix and the woman was genuinely dumb as a box of rocks.
“Just because the winters are still cold, and it snows doesn’t mean global warming doesn’t exist,” I replied before I polished off the rest of my breakfast. “If you cracked open a book or hell, just spent a day on Google, you’d know that.”
“Oh, listen to Ms. Fancy pants,” Chloe chided as Grandma set their plates in front of them. “Don’t let us little people get in your way or anything because you’re just so smart, and full of knowledge.”
I shrugged nonchalantly. “Well, it’s not like we’re gonna find any candidates between the two of you for Good Will Hunting —”
“Not unless it’s sucking Matt Damon’s cock before he married that Spic bitch,” Chloe interrupted.
“Um, do you know how to talk about any ethnic group without insulting the whole population as a whole?”
“Not really. Look at that half-guinea, half-Spic bitch Dylan is dating. I would have done him in a heartbeat, and look who he’s stuck with. She’ll be preggers before you know it. It’s not like those types take care of themselves, and to top it off, she’s a fucking Oxyball addict.”
“Makes her nice and pliable for my brother dearest,” Fiona said with a mouth stuffed full of food. “My brother would rather them just lie on their back than do all the heavy lifting. You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you, Elvira ?”
I winced at the use of my full Christian name. I didn’t mind when my grandmother did it but to hear it out of Fiona’s perfect mouth really incensed me. I finished my coffee, stood, took my plate and cup to the sink before walking out of the kitchen. The last thing I heard was a burst of laughter between the two women.
My grandmother had joined my grandfather on the sofa. They were busy talking to Patrick and Clara. I leaned over, kissed and hugged both. “I gotta get going but I’ll be back over again. Nice to see you again, Uncle Patrick and Aunt Clara…take care of little Kieran.”
“Kieran’s fine,” Clara snapped before she joined hands with her husband. “See you again I’m sure.”
“Not in this lifetime if I can help it,” I murmured under my breath as I waved to my grandparents and left through the front door.
The day had already warmed up and the sun shined through the trees as I walked down the street. It was times like this that really made me love this area of the country. It was like the Bermuda Triangle—once it had you in its clutches, it was hard as hell to leave. That is why so many people who had grown up here never left. I would have never left if it had been my choice because I adored Boston.
By the time I got back to Dylan and Finn’s, both men were up while an already-stoned Carmelita greeted me with a smirk on her face.
“Oh, the bitch is back.
My grandmother laughed. “No worries, Chloe. I remember when you were in diapers, and I was young once too you know.”
“So, what are you doing here again? You never answered that question.”
“I transferred to Boston University and I didn’t want to go back to L.A. so I came straight here.”
Fiona chuckled. “Well, I know it wasn’t the weather that brought you here. Granted the summer will be lovely and fall will be…well, fall, but are you ready for your first winter here in almost five years? They haven’t gotten any better you know, despite all that talk about global warming and all that other crap.”
Strike one: Fiona was a gorgeous woman but she was also the same idiot I remembered when we were children. It was true, I had rarely done a college paper in my life but it wasn’t because I was stupid. It was just easier to pay some student on a full-ride to do it for me.
Fiona had never been particularly smart in school, and this was the reason why she never went to college. Brainpower and Fiona simply did not mix and the woman was genuinely dumb as a box of rocks.
“Just because the winters are still cold, and it snows doesn’t mean global warming doesn’t exist,” I replied before I polished off the rest of my breakfast. “If you cracked open a book or hell, just spent a day on Google, you’d know that.”
“Oh, listen to Ms. Fancy pants,” Chloe chided as Grandma set their plates in front of them. “Don’t let us little people get in your way or anything because you’re just so smart, and full of knowledge.”
I shrugged nonchalantly. “Well, it’s not like we’re gonna find any candidates between the two of you for Good Will Hunting —”
“Not unless it’s sucking Matt Damon’s cock before he married that Spic bitch,” Chloe interrupted.
“Um, do you know how to talk about any ethnic group without insulting the whole population as a whole?”
“Not really. Look at that half-guinea, half-Spic bitch Dylan is dating. I would have done him in a heartbeat, and look who he’s stuck with. She’ll be preggers before you know it. It’s not like those types take care of themselves, and to top it off, she’s a fucking Oxyball addict.”
“Makes her nice and pliable for my brother dearest,” Fiona said with a mouth stuffed full of food. “My brother would rather them just lie on their back than do all the heavy lifting. You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you, Elvira ?”
I winced at the use of my full Christian name. I didn’t mind when my grandmother did it but to hear it out of Fiona’s perfect mouth really incensed me. I finished my coffee, stood, took my plate and cup to the sink before walking out of the kitchen. The last thing I heard was a burst of laughter between the two women.
My grandmother had joined my grandfather on the sofa. They were busy talking to Patrick and Clara. I leaned over, kissed and hugged both. “I gotta get going but I’ll be back over again. Nice to see you again, Uncle Patrick and Aunt Clara…take care of little Kieran.”
“Kieran’s fine,” Clara snapped before she joined hands with her husband. “See you again I’m sure.”
“Not in this lifetime if I can help it,” I murmured under my breath as I waved to my grandparents and left through the front door.
The day had already warmed up and the sun shined through the trees as I walked down the street. It was times like this that really made me love this area of the country. It was like the Bermuda Triangle—once it had you in its clutches, it was hard as hell to leave. That is why so many people who had grown up here never left. I would have never left if it had been my choice because I adored Boston.
By the time I got back to Dylan and Finn’s, both men were up while an already-stoned Carmelita greeted me with a smirk on her face.
“Oh, the bitch is back.
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