Flynn staggered home very
late after another evening with his drinking buddy, Paddy. He took off his shoes to avoid
waking his wife, Mary.
He
tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their upstairs bedroom, but
misjudged the bottom step. As he caught himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung
around and he landed heavily on his rump. A whiskey bottle in each back pocket broke and
made the landing especially painful.
Managing not to yell,
Flynn sprung up, pulled down his pants, and looked in the hall mirror to see that his butt
cheeks were cut and bleeding. He managed to quietly find a full box of Band-Aids and began
putting a Band-Aid as best he could on each place he saw blood.
He then hid the now almost empty Band-Aid box and shuffled
and stumbled his way to bed.
~~~~~
In the morning, Flynn woke up with
searing pain in both his head and butt and Mary staring at him from across the room.
She said, "You were drunk again last night weren't
you?"
Flynn said, "Why you say such a mean thing?
"Well,"
Mary said, "it could be the open front door, it could be the broken glass
at the bottom of the stairs, it could
be the drops of blood trailing through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but
mostly.....it's all those Band-Aids stuck on the hall mirror
Well, we will excuse Mrs Flynn's appearance at church. We thought Mr. Flynn was so
stingy he wouldn't give her money for a new coat, we all knew he has a little Scottish in
him, We thought she had to band-aid her coat, to keep it together. The poor things
hair was all messed up. No looking glass to comb her hair. God have mercy on Mr. Flynn's
stingy pitiful soul.
Bessie and Katie looked out there
windows and thought they saw a moon shining,
but Nannie said she didn't see anything, her eyes are failing. The girls were couldn't
stop giggling..what a sight that must have been.
Bessie and Katie said they'd make him
there special cookies, they had such a good belly laughin'