Oh sweety!
Ruth answers the door to a drunken bloody Lyn and a very angry confused nephew.
What the hell has happened?
I’ve had a fight, slurs Lyn laughing manically. Got that b***h a good one…and she got me too.
Jim looks away as his mother’s torn blouse swings in the breeze revealing a scratched and bleeding chest.
Ruth hugs her sister tight. Pulls her inside to safety. This is their routine. This is Lyn’s second home.
The air in Ruth’s house always smells the same; antique pots containing potpourri, masking cigarette smoke, essential oils and cloves. Ruth’s big sister’s presence was assuring and strong; her love of drama and the bizarre comforting.
Harry brings out the scotch. Lights up a menthol cigarette for his dishevelled sister in law.
Don’t know how you smoke these t
