Dysfunctional Mother Daughter
Anne Marie takes another gulp of gin, alone again. Jeff is in Europe. Seems like her husband is either in Asia or Europe. ‘She is probably screwing downstairs,’ she thinks of her daughter, her boyfriend, Robert, and another guy. She flips the light off and stares out front windows on the city lights in the distance. In a way it really doesn’t matter to her that Jeff is gone. Their relationship ended years ago. She tends to the large house now vacated by their four children, except for Jamie...