The Gist of Everything

Liquor, lies, and the things left unsaid

| November / December 2007

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    Illustration by Ian Kim

  • Gist

My mother stands at the top of the stairs, thin as a skeleton and reeking of booze.

“Are you drunk?” I ask.

“No,” she says.

“Have you had anything to drink today?”



“No,” she says.

Lies, all lies. There are always more.