my grandmother was visiting a house that belonged to either me or my parents, a big house up on a hill. she was leaving, carrying a set of tannish-pink luggage that matched the station wagon she was carrying them to. a kiss on the cheek, we all pile in, my father has to awkwardly squeeze past her when she doesn't get up. my mother gives my grandmother a card, and this reminds my father that he had gotten me something for Valentine's day. i know that it is at least summer if not early fall, but don't mind the belated gift. i remember what i made Thom for Valentine's Day-- a collage made from cereal boxes. My father gets the "real candy dog" out of the back of the car, by which of course he means it's made of real candy. the jaw unbuttons to show fierce teeth. i eat the little tuft of hair on the top of the dog's head, it's delicious. it looks sort of like a Jack Russell, sort of like the RCA dog. I notice that there are cigarettes inside.
It's Chris A's birthday, and he is wrestling (in a good way, in a game way) on someone's living room floor with Georgia and someone who has the same name as Jon W but isn't actually Jon W.
Something about Bailey's eye shadow being turquoise.
In someone's bedroom with Jena, killing bugs with a spray bottle of 409.
Inside a house, possibly the one on the hill, and realizing someone has set the air conditioning to 53 degrees.
