Oh my God.
Over the weekend we went to town to swim and hang out with Uncle David. Yesterday morning I was on my way back to the house with breakfast when I had an honest-to-goodness vision in my head of myself keying Andrea's car (totally not something I would ever do. Not cool, people). It was weird, but I shook it off and we went about our day. For lunch we went to our family's favorite restaurant, a small hole in the wall with delicious Mexican food. The mood changed as soon as we pulled in and noticed Andrea and her fiancé at a table near the door. I began to shake with anger all over again. Would she say something? Would he?
The 4 of us went about our business and acted like she wasn't there (even though it was so hard not to slap her nasty little face). It was totally worth all the self control to watch how visibly upset she was, though. They must have just gotten there, because I got to spend about 20 minutes watching him try to calm her down, patting her arm, stroking her back, etc. And then, when she couldn't stay any longer, they stood out in the parking lot while she cried and smoked many cigarettes (a "disgusting" habit when my brother did it, but apparently okay for her ... what a surprise). It was really, really satisfying, even though it absolutely ruined my lunch to see that trick in a place she promised never to bring anyone else. I kinda hope her tacos gave her the runs all over her pretty little sundress.
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