Ages ago, like years, Danielle got these cool fingerless gloves that are pink and have skulls on them. Honestly, if they'd fit me I might have stolen them that's how cool they were. Alex loved them too, and asked for them. So like two years ago, they became Alex's. I'm really impressed that we've had one pair of gloves in our family for like five years and they haven't gotten lost.
The place we live now doesn't feel very safe, and even though I'd just started letting Alex go places this school year by herself once we moved Alex went back to always having a personal escort. It says something about how safe it isn't that Alex doesn't even mind, even though she bitched since third grade about being allowed to go out alone.
Aunt Elaine used up the milk but we didn't realize until this morning. Alex was up first and found out about the milk first. Aunt Elaine just gave her money and sent Alex off by herself. She came home crying with no milk and no gloves and no money.
Some older kids stole her gloves and it's not clear what happened to the milk. They aren't the same kids who are usually hanging out during the week so Alex doesn't know who they are.
Alex kind of cried on and off all day. And Aunt Elaine kept making fun of her or telling her to get over it. She told Alex to call 911 to report a theft and to stand outside and flag down the police. And to ask them to do a police sketch thing. How fucking cruel can you be.
I didn't cry, but I feel really bad for Alex. Those were really cool gloves.
1 comment:
Oh! Alex must have been so scared. This is just so sad.
And infuriating.
Aunt Elaine is one mean spirited witch. But, all of us who have read your posts know that.
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