We watched tv and mom got giddy. I knew it wasn't real. She'd get up to refill and water the glass. Mandy and dad sat next to each other glaring at mom and then me as if to say 'see, we told you.'
After a while, mom complained she was tired and fake weaved out of the room, down the hall behind us. I heard the door shut.
"See what I mean, bro? Mom's got a problem."
"I'm sorry to ruin what should be a good beach trip, son but we need you."
"What's the plan, dad?"
"Tomorrow at breakfast. Your mom is usually a little hungover. It's mean to hit her with this in that condition, but I think it will have the best effect."
I looked at my sister, "You ready for this? I've had friends do this with family, it can get very nasty and ugly."
Mandy straightened up, "It's gotta be done. I'm probably
