No but we are being punished nonetheless. He's called me twice from work today and in this deathlike voice moaned, "I'm Sooooo tired. I didn't get enough sleeeeep last night." Until five minutes ago when he called and asked, all perky, perky, if he could go out with Nicole tonight.
"What happened to Sooooo tired?" I said nastily, but I let him go. Because I am an ex-Catholic.
Grounded---ummm---twice.
1) My high school love and I went parking after a football game and somehow lost track of time and I came in at 2. Since curfew was 12, this was a bad thing. For some reason, my mother didn't believe we had dozed off.
2) I had mono and my parents wouldn't let me cheerlead at the regional football championships and I threw a temper tantrum worthy of an Oscar and then wrote a story the closing lines of which read,
She slammed the door to her room, her sobs filling the air. "You'll be sorry!" How could they do this to her? She threw herself on the bed in fury. They had no right to treat her like this! They never let her go anywhere, do anything! She couldn't stand it here any longer. She had to get out! But how! They'd never let her leave!
And then she knew what she had to do. There was only one way to get out of their control.
She went into the bathroom and found her father's razor. "He'll never shave again without thinking of me," she said and raising her wrist, she drew the razor across her pale skin .
As she slid into a pool of her own blood, she smiled and whispered,"Ahhh, Sweet Revenge..."
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