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    Daddy's
    Daddy's
    Daddy's
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    Daddy's

    By Lindsay Hunter

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    Lindsay Hunter tells the stories no one else will in ways no one else can. In this down and dirty debut she draws vivid portraits of bad people in worse places. A woman struggles to survive her boyfriend's terror preparations. A wife finds that the key to her sex life lies in her dog’s electric collar. Two teenagers violently tip the scales of their friendship. A rising star of the new fast fiction, Hunter bares all before you can blink in her bold, beautiful stories. In this collection of slim southern gothics, she offers an exploration not of the human heart but of the spine; mixing sex, violence and love into a harrowing, head-spinning read.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherFeatherproof Books
    Release dateJul 1, 2010
    ISBN9780982580882
    Daddy's
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    Lindsay Hunter

    Lindsay Hunter is the author of the story collections Don’t Kiss Me and Daddy’s and the novels Ugly Girls and Eat Only When You're Hungry, a finalist for the 2017 Chicago Review of Books Fiction Award. Originally from Florida, she now lives in Chicago with her husband, sons, and dogs.

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      I laughed aloud at nearly all of the inappropriatenesses (which abound) in this remarkable collection of short stories.
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      I get kind of bored by short story books, and I usually end up like not reading the last few stories because I don't really care, but I really enjoyed this and want to read more and more and more from her.

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    Daddy's - Lindsay Hunter

    003

    MY BROTHER

    004

    My brother tells me monsters set up shop in his closet among his Reeboks and hidden Playboys. Yeah, he says, leaning back and stroking his chin, yeah, you can’t see it but something’s coming for me. Big whoop, I tell him. We drag his record player out and aim the needle at the middle of Rocket Man. He makes something up. He says, I got two sisters and they’re both girls. He says, I’m bored to death with all these nightmares. He says, I’m pretty sure Dad’s a pussy.

    My brother went to jail a couple times. My sister and I told people, God don’t take revenge. We said, We accuse the world of pretending at the sky. To each other we said, Our brother is in jail. We pressed numbers into phones and hoped for an answer. I got one once and it was, Your brother is a baby giant stupid in a cage. My sister got one and it was, There’s a light around your brother and it’s an ugly shade; pray for something.

    My brother called collect and then sat around. He said, You know what I been thinking? I been thinking a lot about Jeopardy! and driveways and sex. He said, I been having sex with the wrong people. He said, Remember how the driveway tilted up and the house looked like a red idiot at the top. He said, I’ll take amnesia for four hundred, Alex.

    My brother held the phone up to his ear and pretended it was a horn. My dad watched him on the TV screen. My brother said, Wilma? and my dad got irritated. My brother tried to put on a good show. Dad, he said, I just don’t know what’s wrong with me. Behind him a row of tubas blasted a note and he gestured at them. He said, I got this kind of chorus behind me. He said, They never shut up. He said, I can’t stay on too long I got some soap to drop. He said, I need a drink of something too strong and my dad nodded like a man hanged.

    My brother digs a hole and buries most of my dad in it. He says, If we talk nice to it it’ll sprout roses. The record player plays our favorite song. It says, That’s whiskey in your veins and blood on the moon. It says, There’ll never be another night like this. My brother hands me the shovel and says, King me.

    SCALES

    005

    My brother is a fish, I tell Yesenia.

    We’re sitting by her pool. Yesenia is wearing a black bikini and when she stretches I can see her pubic hair. I’m wearing jeans and a sweater. Her weight barely makes a dent in the pool chair; I’m so heavy that if I move slightly I can feel the concrete deck under my ass. We’re tanning under the gray sky, smoking the last of the pot we found in her sister’s sock drawer. Every few minutes I think I hear thunder, or a garbage truck.

    Yeah, she says. Wait, a fish? Then, holding her breath, she says, You’re high.

    Right now, I hate her. The way she smokes like she’s not really smoking, like she’s just mimicking something she saw in a movie, squinting her eyes and laughing like she would if she was dying of laughter—huc huc huc huc. But I press on.

    It’s not like he has gills or anything, I tell her. But he’s been staring a lot, and sometimes when he’s really deep in thought his mouth opens and closes, like he’s gasping for air, and his feet are really flat and wide, like flippers.

    You mind if I cash this? she asks, holding up the joint, and then cashes it. You love your brother, she says.

    I want to tell her something that would shock her—something like, I had a dream I was licking your dad’s hairy chest, or, The lightning in your eyes looks like cinnamon floss, or, You’re ugly. Something to make her listen. Something to make her see me differently. But I just say, Yeah, I love him.

    Let’s go inside, she says. I’m freezing. My nipples are like little rocks—huc, huc, huc. Plus, she says, winding a towel around her dry hair, we can weigh ourselves on my mom’s new scale. It’s digital.

    My heart sinks. I’d rather not, I tell her. I had a breakfast burrito and I don’t think it’s digested yet.

    Whatever, she says, walking away, her bottoms creeping into her asscrack. Then she wheels on me. You think I care? she hisses. Her hip is cocked; her towel is so tight it makes her eyes turn up. She doesn’t elaborate.

    No, I tell her. I don’t think that at all.

    I follow her in. Thunder. Definitely thunder.

    In her mother’s bathroom, Yesenia stands naked on the scale, her bikini crumpled in the sink. I make a point of looking anywhere but at the scale. I concentrate on a picture of Yesenia’s mom and stepdad standing in a combed white desert, smiling and sunburned.

    I hear her dismount the scale, then mount it again. Godfuckingdammit, she whispers. I stare so hard at the picture that their heads come alive, floating out from the frame, circling each other. They get so close I notice what looks like a peppercorn in Yesenia’s stepdad’s teeth.

    Get on the scale, Yesenia says. She’s standing in front of me, arms crossed over her belly. I can’t get her into focus—I can still see her parents’ heads floating around, zooming in and moving away, until they finally settle onto her breasts. And then I realize I’m staring at her breasts.

    Get on the fucking scale, she says. Her face is red and wet, tears streaming freely.

    Yeah, okay, I tell her. I get on the scale and she crouches to read the numbers. Her spine sticks out and in the bright light of the bathroom little shadows collect under the bones.

    Ha, she says, standing. I still weigh more than a hundred pounds less than you. She takes her bikini top out of the sink and wipes her face with it. Let’s go find something to eat.

    006

    In the kitchen she piles a tub of ice cream, spray cheese, Doritos, a six-pack of Diet Coke, and pretzels onto a tray. We put it between us on the couch and she sits, cross-legged and naked, and watches me eat. Is that good? she asks. That looks really good.

    I eat slowly. Every once in a while applause soars from the television and I mentally bow. I don’t even know why the television is on—she watches me, and I watch the food.

    I eat until I can’t eat anymore. I’m done, I tell her.

    Okay, she says. Good. She puts the tray on the floor and scoots closer. I give her my hand and she sucks my fingers clean. The thunder is so loud it drowns out the television, but I watch it anyway—a talk show, a woman openly sobbing, a child stunned by the lights, the host stabbing the microphone into the audience. Who has something to say? Say something, say something. Yesenia’s mouth is warm, and even though I can’t say I like it, it’s soothing, and it feels good.

    When she’s done she flings my hand into my

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