Monday December 24, 2018
The Swiss Family Robinson
Jeremy puts on his father’s coat and his mother’s fake fur hat and goes to smoke a joint in the garage. It’s the first Christmas without Sara and everyone is on their best/worst behaviour. Since moving away from Kingston, Jeremy has learned how what we think is our best is sometimes our worst because it’s not necessarily honest. Jeremy tries to be honest.
“Are you high?” His mother asked last night, as she washed and he dried. Joan Baez’s Christmas album on the stereo.
“Yup,” he said, carefully wiping the platter that used to be his grandmother’s, the one with little raised cranberries on it.
“Jeremy… Is it necessary that you – “
“You do you, Mom. Drink a little too much Pinot Grigio, eat a little too much baked brie. I’m gonna do me, and smoke a bit of weed.”
She raised her eyebrows, unsure about this man in front of her who resembled the little boy gripping her hand til her knuckles turned white on the first day of school.