Chapter 1066 The Lost Cunty Girl:>Ep2

• Usually on weekends mum never made an appearance at all, she'd remain in her room, probably passed out, and Sunday lunch for Mark and I would be soup and French-fries, his poor face so sad because he didn't know how to cook a beef roast, or how to make a stew or casserole. Besides, we never had any fresh meat in the house; mum would go shopping and buy only frozen or tinned food, things she could dump in the pantry or the freezer; I'd forgotten what roast beef tasted like, it had been so long since I'd eaten it, and suddenly we'd be having roast beef with all the trimmings on Sundays.
• Mark began to change. He grew taller, for starters, almost by the day. His face changed as well, his softly rounded boyish features slowly turning into angles and planes, cheekbones becoming more defined, and he started shaving regularly. He still looked after me on occasion, though; periodically mum would go on a jag, and I'd come home from school to find her home, passed out on the couch, a half-bottle of vodka on the table next to her; if she'd climbed on the wagon, she clearly wasn't doing too much to stay there.
• I changed as well, going through the expected changes as I moved out of my pre-teens and into adolescence, Mark bearing-up under my mood changes and temper tantrums, my changing moods a puzzle to me as well, until it was explained to us in Human Biology in school, things I should have learned from my mum, that all the other girls already knew, and I was appalled; it was going to be like this every month, 12 weeks a year, for the next 40 or so years? God really must be a man, there was no other explanation...