CarnivalMy alarm clock woke me. The red lights showing it was six in the morning. The town carnival was in three hours. I patted down my red hair and made my way to the bathroom. I saw Joyce’s door was ajar and went to check on her. She was half hanging out of the bed, a puddle of vomit on the floor. I grabbed a bucket and a mop from the hall closet and was nearly finished cleaning the floor when I heard Joyce wake. She pushed her blonde hair out of her face and opened her eyes. “How are you feeling?” I asked,
“Like shit.” Joyce replied. I looked up and saw Joyce’s eye was swollen.
“What happened last night?”
“That is not nothing.”
“Tell me what happened!”
“No! When did you become my mother, Mary? Just because you lost yours,