Happy Mother’s Day!
“Fuck,” Connor said, rubbing his eyes with his fists. “Why did we drink so much last night?” He and Murphy stepped out onto the platform in front of the church doors. They each simultaneously pulled a cigarette from their pockets and lit them. “I think I’m still hungover.”
“What’s the matter, huh? Can’t hold your liquor like you used to?” Murphy laughed at his brother’s misfortune.
“Shut it.” Connor and Murphy took long drags from their cigarettes and began walking towards their home. “The monsignor said it’s Mother’s Day.”
“You know that means we’ll have to give Ma’ a call today.”
“Shit,” Murphy said with a laugh as smoke escaped his mouth. “How much do you think she’s had to drink by now?”
“At three-thirty in the morning? She’s probably still drunk from last night.”
“No, no. Ma’ doesn’t get drunk. She always says she just gets better looking.”
The twins looked at each other for a moment and then burst into laughter.
“Oh Ma’, none like her.”
“Aye,” Connor agreed.
“And if we don’t give her a call, she’ll never tell us.”
“Geeze, don’t even start, you know it’s me.”
Murphy gave his brother a playful shove towards the curb. “You’ve lost it. I’m older.”
“The fuck you are.”
Murphy and Connor flicked their cigarette butts into the street and continued their argument.