October 24, 2019.

SPOOKTOBER STORY #13:

“Don’t talk to mommy before mommy’s had her mommy juice!” she exclaims.

“Ha ha, oh Jean,” you chuckle, up to your elbows in suds. “It’s a little early for wine for me, but you do you.”

“You’re right, Danielle. It’s too early for wine.”

You realize you can no longer hear the sound of Ana and Hunter playing in the other room. 

“Don’t talk to mommy before mommy’s had her mommy juice,” Jean repeats, quietly, and you finally notice the 16 gauge stainless steel hypodermic needle she’s trying to conceal behind her palm, the rubber tubing running up the sleeve of her blouse, the hunger in her eyes