Columns: Tag – Sundays
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Anything but a Love Story
I hate Sunday mornings
I hate Sunday mornings. I’m well aware of the fact that Sunday mornings and I do not get on at all. In fact, we haven’t been on speaking terms since I was about thirteen years old. Goddamn Sunday mornings, I say, existing so smugly at the end of the week, not doing anything for you at all, except reminding you that another shitty Monday morning was on its way.
Anything but a Love Story
My “official” boyfriend
Instead of four heads at the table – my mother, sister, niece and nephew – there were five.
I groaned audibly. Jeffrey.
Maman had clearly decided it was appropriate to invite Jeffrey for brunch. Who is Jeffrey, I hear you ask? Good question. Jeffrey is my “official” boyfriend. Well, at least that’s what he thought he was. And more to the calamitous point, that’s what my mother thought he was.
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