Hey Jackie

Monday, September 2nd, 12 pm

“Hey Jackie, it’s Nathan. It’s about twelve in the afternoon, and I wanted to wish you a Happy Labor Day. You’re more than welcome to come over. We got hamburgers and hot dogs and macaroni salad, you’re favorite. If you do come over, make sure to park across the street. You know how Aunt Sue gets about being blocked in the driveway. Alright, hope to see ya. Bye.”

Wednesday, September 4th, 6 pm

“Hey Jackie, Nate again. I missed you at the cookout. Mom says hello. You know Dad, always golfing. The new “It” movie comes out this weekend; I know you’re a big horror movie buff. Maybe you would want to go together? Let me know what time is best for you; I can go anytime after six. Goodnight.”

Friday, September 6th, 6:10 pm

“Hey Jackie, I just got out of work, and I’m ready to have the pants scared off of me. I still haven’t heard anything from you, I hope you’re okay. I know things are weird right now, but you can talk to me. I’m your brother, and brothers are supposed to be there for their sisters. Well, if you decide to come, I’m at the Roslin theater and heading there now with Lucy. Lucy, do you want to say hi?”
“Hi, Jackie! I hope all is well!”
“Okay, sis, talk to you soon. Bye.”

Saturday, September 14th, 2 am

“Jackie! Are we going to keep doing this? Me calling, you not answering? Uh, I don’t feel so good. The guys kept saying, “You can’t down another shot.” And I said, “Fucking watch me!” Seven shots later, and I’m still kicking. I can’t find my keys anywhere. I guess I shouldn’t drive. Not like you care! Where’s the loyalty sis? Your brother is alone and vulnerable. Someone could rob me or kill m. You’re gonna feel like shit if I die. You’ll be sorry.”

Sunday, September 15th, 1 pm

“Hey, Jackie, it’s your brother. I just woke up. I have one of the worst migraines I’ve ever experienced in my life. I’m alive if you were wondering. No…I’m not going to go there. I’m sorry about last night, but when are you going to talk to me again? To the family again? You can’t just disappear, it’s not fair to us. Mom is worried sick and wants to help. Please, call back.”

Thursday, September 19th, 10 am

“Good morning, it’s Nathan. Today is Mom’s birthday, she would love to hear a birthday message from you. You already know where we’re going tonight, we go every year: The Ritz. Mom’s going to play tennis with her friends now, and we wanted to surprise her this year. Dad and I pooled our money together, and we picked up those diamond earrings; Mom has been gushing about all year. Can’t wait to see you tonight, at 6 o’clock, bye.”

Thursday, September 19th, 4 pm

“Jackie, it’s Nathan. We’re meeting at The Ritz in a couple hours, where are you? You can’t miss this, Mom is going to be heartbroken if you’re not there. Call me.”

Thursday, September 19th, 5:30 pm

“I’ve been calling you over and over again, pick up.”

Thursday, September 19th, 5:50 pm

“Answer the fucking phone!”

Thursday, September 19th, 8 pm

“You dyke bitch. After everything Mom and Dad have done for you, this is how you repay them. Everything was fine before you came out. You know Dad’s best friend is Father Andrew, and Mom…she was mortified. Embarrassed. I wonder who eats pussy better between the two of us. Don’t even bother reaching out. You ruined this family.”

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