Blackmail Mom

The car door closes outside and it won’t be anyone else, since no one else comes down our road. Mom doesn’t like anyone from church coming to her house, since I embarrass her with my heathen ways. Just because I don’t like going to church doesn’t make me a heathen. Too many of those self-righteous fucks for my taste. I’ve lived with one for all 21 years of my life and that’s more than enough for me.

I open the baggy and take out the pill, since not even mom can take a meeting of the most holier than thou group for long. She’ll have a headache, since she always has a headache and me giving her some aspirin with her wine is nothing new. My heart’s pounding a little, but my fingers are steady. Mom can’t suspect a thing when she walks through the door.

I slip the baggy into my pants pocket and take the glass of wine from the table. She opens the door and has the same look on her face that tells me she won’t even look at the pill I’m about to give her. Her black purse hangs over the should