You Used To Get It In Your Fishnets Arctic Monkeys นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Gabby wore pink glitter sunglasses and named every fish like they were members of her palace staff. “That one’s Princess Bubble.” “That’s a clownfish,” Xavier said. “She can have two jobs.” Mama bought too many souvenirs because “they’re still little, Ara, don’t be stingy like a Swiss accountant.” Papá bought more at the shop next door when Mama wasn’t looking. In the end, we came home with two stuffed sharks, one plastic crown, an octopus-shaped fridge magnet, and Al crying because Gabby said his shark “had no emotional depth.”

I PICKED UP A FEW THINGS I’d need for the outing: a laminated nautical chart of the waterways from Wilmington to Little River, fresh batteries for a radio, a waterproof flashlight, cans of food with pull-open tops, bottles of Pepsi and water, and a couple of cans of tuna. By the time I got back to the house, my left leg was twice as large as normal and the skin felt like it was splitting open. I pulled myself up the stairs, cleaned the wounds, applied an antibiotic ointment, and wrapped the leg again.

Nana chokes with a smile. We bid our goodbyes and head back home. Jessie greets me at the door and I hand her her gift bag with the stuffed penguins and flowers and the necklace. She looks at me with surprise as tears fill her eyes. I kiss her cheek and bring her to sit in the living room with the others. Macy runs up to me and I kneel in front of her while Jessie opens the small box from her gift bag. I produce the monkey from behind my back and Macy takes it in her arms. "Thank you Daddy," she exclaims with joy.