TITLE: A Little Salty
GENRE: Women's Fiction
Waking up on my thirtieth birthday next to nothing but my snoring dog was not in my grand plan. Later on, my truck had a flat, and my mother invited me to dinner. That says it all.
Granted, my sister had to go as well, since we share the day by eight minutes, but her life is slightly more charmed than mine. All her little ducks seem to fall in line for her. My ducks just get pissy and argumentative and end up making a mess.
From our parents, I got a gift card to Bath & Body. My sister, Gino, got our grandmother’s opal bracelet to wear at her wedding for something old.
It’s not Gino’s fault, though. She can’t help that she got all the good karma. I got the better a**.
Two days later, my thirty-year-old a** was sprawled over my couch when the phone jolted me out of a coma. I tripped over an afghan, limping from the couch on a half-dead foot, cursing as I answered.
“Are you ready?”
Gino. Sometimes I don’t love her so much. I wedged the phone into the crook of my neck.
“To go. Were you sleeping?”
The pins and needles assaulting me said I was. My bathroom mirror agreed. My curly auburn hair had escaped the clip I normally keep it twisted up in. It flopped out in all directions like unruly corkscrews.
“Must have passed out on the couch,” I said on a yawn. “My hair looks like rodents have been chewing on it.”