"Greasyhead! Where are ya? You mum wants you,"

Morela took a deep sigh and let the softest and most tired of smiles tug at her lips when Josh's voice snapped her out of her rather depressing reverie. She folded the cloth so that the blood was on the inside and of no real danger to anyone other than the clothes it might be washed with and set it down on the table.

"Oi! Greaseface! C'mon. The sooner you come out, the sooner I get to go get more beer, so,"

"Oh me to! Ees it all outside, none left een teh kitchen?"

"c'mon. Mum is going to cry or somthing icky if you don't come out,"

"Remind me to never leave cheeldren alone with choo."

Morela sat patiently on the couch, flexing her hand over and over again to try and work the sting out of her palm.

"Oh, hey, here's Rocky,"

"Jesus Joshua, I said help me find my keeten not tha' nasty snake. Am I goin' teh have to get up and help you myself, because I will eef a tiny keeten es to much for choo!"

Morela teased from the couch, throwing her legs back over the side to stand up.

Oh, you look so tired
Mouth slack and wide
Ill-housed and ill-advised
Your face is as mean
As your life has been