Iâm not afraid to use it.â I pointed the potato peeler at him.
âGot myself a chick last night Mama!â he said, flexing his muscles and making his friends spit their Cheerios all over my table.
âOh..?â
âYep. Sheâs been after me for months but..you know, I let her sweat for a bit.â
âYouâre such a dick Brendon,â Joe sniggered, âyou know sheâs only going out with you so she can get close to me.â
âYeah whatever, Joe, you fag.â He walked over to Joe and put him in a friendly headlock as he tried to eat his cereal.
âAnd who is this girl?â I asked.
âHer name, Mother , is Jessie.â
âYou mean Hussy,â Tom chipped in from the table.
âShut the fuck up Tom, you waste man. Like man wonât leng you down! Brendon joked. âWhen youâre as hench as me then the babez may come a runningâ¦but⦠thatâs never going to happen to you, fat boy!â
I found it amusing that boys used insults as a term of endearment. Especially Brendon. He would always take it one step further than most, picking out all their faults and weaknesses and using them as ammunition. I wondered how his friends coped with him sometimes. They eitherfound him fun and refreshing or were too scared to make a fuss.
âI hope she ISNâT a hussy!â I said. The last thing I needed was some young girl being knocked up, âAnd how old is she?â
âSixteen and sweet.â He smiled at his mates who all cracked up laughing. âNo seriously Mum, sheâs really nice. The only problem is sheâs a devout Catholic. You know what Iâm sayinâ..â
âWell good. Iâm glad she is. Maybe she can teach you some morals and how to be pleasant. Maybe sheâll convert you into a good boy since I am unable to get through to you.â
âERRR â not gonna happen Mommy. I am a true atheist. God is for people who are just scared of dying.â
I left the God conversation for now. Iâd been in that debate several times and told Brendon that he shouldnât argue with people who had faith in something just because he thought it was a load of bullshit. I was glad heâd met a nice girl and just hoped he wouldnât start trying to argue with her about religion. I also hoped sheâd last longer than the other girls before her who had been instantly discarded when they got too needy.
His friends finished their breakfast and got ready to leave so they could all get back together virtually in the next hour, to fight the bad boss. As I shut the door to them and said goodbye I was left in the hallway with Brendon.
âIâm going for a shower.â He went to go upstairs.
âWait!â I demanded, âI want to talk to you. I want togo through this issue with marijuana. Iâm really not happy about it and what you did to me and your Dad. And the governors meeting. We need to discuss that. You need to start behaving. Big time.â
âNot now, Iâm too tired. Look, the weed thing, get over it. Iâm going to have it now and then so I can either tell you about it or do it behind your back. Make a choice. I know Iâve got to try harder at school. I GET IT Mum. You donât have to keep going on about the same shit.â
âWell Iâm not supporting you any more unless you make a massive effort.â
âYeah, Mum. Yes you will. And I do make an effort, believe it or not. âHe trudged upstairs indicating that the conversation was now over.
I let it go. Picking your moments was crucial in order to stop a kick off. Sometimes you just had to trickle your concerns through via constant nagging and pray he eventually got the message.
I went to the living room and flicked on the magic box. There was nothing particularly interesting on. I hated Sunday nights. They always seemed a little depressing and uncomfortable like that night before school
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