i woke up hearing voices outside my window. my dad’s wife fell over and smacked her head on the pavement bringing in the garbage tote, staggering presumably drunk at 7 am. one of the cats that have lived in our backyard for years was found dead in the road at the same time. my dad placed her body in our raspberry bush, i saw her fur not moving and i cried while i petted the only cat left. my dad moved the body later by picking it up by the feet, blood streaming from her mouth. i’ve been crying on and off all morning and i can’t just drink it away ‘cause i have to see my shrink at 2:30.