The Plan

Maybe I’m making a mountain out of a molehill. I was extremely drunk. I wasn’t myself, though I don’t accept or excuse what I did. Maybe she’ll forgive me, and we could be friends. After all, I have two sisters and I want to be their hero. Their role model. I want them to speak of me as if I were of legendary status. I want them to look to me for strength, speak to me for inspiration. For that to happen, I have to work harder than now. I have to dedicate myself to nothing more than accomplishing my life’s mission, to succeed well enough to take care of the family. Focus on the task at hand, I reminded myself. Maybe, MarĂ­ will be able to run through her defense will I throw her the winning pass. Can’t run myself because I raised her awareness and guard against me. Need a cat’s paw. She has to be the one to do it. No one else. Girls talk to girls. OK, that’s the plan. Now to catch MarĂ­, so I can tell her the plan. This will work, just add a bit to the bare-bones, but it can work. I like it.

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