The Fall Risk

by Abby Jimenez

“He’s not offing himself! For what?” a second woman said, edging her walker to the front of the crowd. “Divorcing a wife who never shoulda had him to begin with—serves her right that you divorced her, she was a whore.” Seth glanced at me with an “I told you so” look. “Okay, Dorothy? I don’t like that language, remember? We said we weren’t calling her that anymore.” “Well, she is a whore.” “She’s a cousin fucker is what she is,” someone volunteered.

Lmmmmaaaaaoooooooo I love Dorthy!!!!!

I was still cracking up even after the bus was gone. I’d taken the top plate out of the bucket. Pink heart-shaped sugar cookies with the word Whore piped on them in a circle with a slash through it. I died. I held one up, and Seth stood there with his arms crossed, trying to look serious and failing miserably. “That’s Ruth’s blue ribbon recipe,” he said. “She makes them for her church bake sales.”

Lmmmmaaaaaoooooo these ladies are killing me 😂😂😂😂

“I’m not gonna run. Why would I run? I like that you need something, it gives me something to do for you.” He looked at her earnestly. “I like doing things for you.”

Omg stoooppp she needed to hear that 🥹