By GJ Hart
We’ll lose everything, says Auntie. Big man, says Auntie. Excuse me, his says. Face punched with blood. He’ll never pay us back, says Grandfather.
Upstairs he rubs at the bed spread, wipes away snot then goes for a piss, dipping at it like a hummingbird.
I hope you washed your hands, Says Auntie. I’m not a child, he says, pricing rings as she eats.