Bathrooms

I let out a deep sigh and gestured towards David, my son, with a bottle of whiskey. ‘Why not,’ he shrugged, matching my sigh. ‘Now that the fun police is gone,’ I chuckled. ‘Don’t talk about Sarah like that,’ David frowned. ‘She’s trying to look after you.’ ‘Why don’t you kids get it?’ I asked, …

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‘Wait, you’re having what put in?’ Daryl looked confused, glass paused halfway to his lips as he reacted to what his brother had just told him. ‘It’s like a little door-thing. Goes into the side of the tub,’ Errol explained, exasperated. ‘Why is this so hard for people to understand?’ ‘Because you’re twenty-six, Errol.’ ‘So?’ …

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