Taco sauce

“You been eating my taco sauce?”

Rebecca Philips lifted her head from the magazine and caught her son hanging onto the fridge door, thinking that it was about time he cut his hair and got himself a job. Maybe take his live-in girlfriend with him. She said, “I ate some, Chris.”

Christopher, staring at her, said, “You get the munchies?”

Rebecca hesitated, her brain asking if she heard right. She kept looking at him but didn’t answer.

“Yeah, I bet that’s what it was,” he said, slamming the fridge door. “My bitch of a mother ate my taco sauce.”

By Vincent Holland

Inspired by the case of Christopher Philips – http://digg.com