Black Sheep by Rachel Harrison EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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As I stood singing the birthday song for the fifth time that evening, I
realized I was wrong for not believing in hell. Hell was the birthday
song. Hell was Shortee’s. Hell was the green polo shirt, the khakis, the
whole stupid fucking uniform. Hell was my life.
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“And the happy Shortee’s happy birthday to you, hey!” I clapped, and I
thought, This must be it. This must be the summit of loathing. I imagined a
climber atop Mount Everest, only bitter instead of victorious, grappling
with their dissatisfaction with the view.
Kerri presented the chocolate lava cake to the kid, and when he blew out
the candle, we all applauded and whooped and I longed to feel what I
typically felt, which was numb, instead of what I felt in that moment, which
was miserable.
The kid’s parents kissed his forehead, ruffled his hair. His sister asked
meekly if she could try a bite. I observed them as I distributed extra spoons
and napkins, and for the first time in a long time I thought about my family.
For the first time in a long time I missed them.
Or, if I’m being honest, which I suppose I should be, it was the first time
in a long time that I admitted to myself I missed them, and how much. In
that moment, I surrendered to the tidal pull of family. Of blood.
My hand found my neck, which was naked, absent the token of my
youth, a sometimes coveted but more often resented piece of jewelry.
“You okay?” Kerri asked, ushering me back to the kitchen.
“Sure,” I said, unconvincingly.
“Awesome. Yeah, so, I was wondering . . .” she said, trailing off,
distracted by a stain on her polo. “Ugh! Chocolate. That is chocolate sauce,
right? Shit.”
“Wondering what?” I asked, checking the window for table eight’s order.
“Do you think you could cover my section ’til close?” she asked, batting
her lashes, flakes of mascara falling to her cheeks like ash.
“Why would I do that?” I said, poking my head into the window to see
what the line cooks were up to, suspicious they were once again slacking
off.
“Because I’m asking very nicely,” she said. “And because you owe me.”
“I owe you?”
“I pick up your shifts all the time.”
I snorted. “When?”
“Last week.”
“I was sick,” I said. It wasn’t a lie. I was sick. Sick of working.
“Please, Ves?”
“Why do you need to leave early?” I said, sidestepping an overambitious
busser who was barely balancing a tray of precariously piled dishes.
She picked a waffle fry off of a plate in the window. A plate that was not
for table eight. “Sean.”
“Sean?” I asked, dumbfounded. “Really? That guy? You’re ditching
work for that guy?”
“You’re so judgmental.”
“The guy treats you like a travel toothbrush. He’ll use you for a week
straight, then forget about you for months,” I said. “And you either don’t
care or your self-esteem is too low to do anything about it. Either way, the
whole thing is messed up.”
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