Maybe It Was a Curse After All...

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Right after I got off the phone with my mom, I told my boyfriend that the shrunken witch's head was left by my youngest brother. He said "I told you you were overreacting!" I was explaining my thought process and was just about to open the front door and collect the carved turnip, when there was a loud knock on the door. My boyfriend laughed and said it was probably my brother and I should open it. (Mind you, this was at 11:00 at night.) Only it wasn't my brother. It was my boyfriend's bio dad, Lonnie. My boyfriend has been avoiding Lonnie for a while now, and I don't blame him. He is an old drunk who didn't raise him and he always shows up sniveling about the same old crap. Half the time his speech is so slurred it's unintelligible, and he is one of those people who always has to be the center of attention. No one enjoys being around him. Well, it was too late to just shut the door in his face, so my poor boyfriend got stuck talking to him. Lonnie was so drunk already that he couldn't even tell that neither of us were enthused about him being here. I didn't stick around and left the room, but my boyfriend stood in the doorway while his dad rambled on about some nonsense. I could tell he didn't want him in our home because once he comes in, he won't leave. A while ago my boyfriend went running to the bathroom and I heard him throw up, so I guess he's feeling sick. Unfortunately, while he was in the bathroom, I heard Lonnie wander inside and announce "I need to sit down." So now he is inside rattling off his same old drunken tales that he always tells when he shows up here. My poor boyfriend! All he wanted to do was play his computer game. He had been heading down the hall to log on when there was the knock at the door. I know this is NOT how he wants to spend his Saturday night. But he is too nice, (or doesn't have the guts) to just tell his dad to leave. So he will suffer through his visit and then be angry about it afterwards. The poor guy left his cellphone in the room I'm in, so I can't even text him and ask if he wants me to make up some excuse to get rid of his dad. I suppose I could just take it out to him, but then I might get caught talking to the old fool. And I don't have time for that. (You can read about the mystery "cursed object" I found on my doorstep here):