Norma sat in her re-leathered company car inhaling the vape that came out of the vaporizer in her hand. How her dad could still smoke those disgusting tobacco death sticks she didn’t know. The smell alone made her sick to her stomach. It was one of the many reasons she didn’t feel like visiting all that often. Also, one reason she paid for his cleaning lady so she could visit without throwing up.

Even though she did not visit often, she enjoyed his company. If he was not in one of his moods, he could be a very charming father. a bit rough around the edges. Why he had to bring up her more than average appetite in men all the time was also beyond her. But he had always shown his support in one way or another for her every move. Even if he liked to joke about it in the most embarrassing ways imaginable. It was something no one else had done so far in her life. Not even her late mother. May she rest in silence.

It was late in the afternoon already. The cloudy sky produced infrequent drops of water that splashed on the windshield. It was getting dark, the lights beside the road were on and traffic was a mess. It all did nothing to elevate Norma’s mood.

She was driving home from work and the day had been a bit too eventful for her tastes. Well, It was not the work that was so eventful, per se. The wife of the CEO she was screwing to get a better position came by. That wasn't such a big deal, wives do such things. But when she screams at your desk and calls you a filthy whore, it gets more uncomfortable than is desirable.

She looked up from her pensive stare and straight into the traffic. She didn’t know how long she had been reminiscing. It seemed that during it all the automatic pilot, driving her home, had made little progress towards its destination. Absentminded, she blew out another lung fool of nicotine filled water vapor. Bored, she took her phone and scrolled through her regular entertainment. She could have asked the car to project it in front of her but she liked the motion. It calmed her.

She came across an article decimating George and his recent form. A small smile could not help but creep on her beautiful face. Bastard deserved it all. It had been a month since the memorable birthday of the little chicken nugget. She hadn’t spoken to them ever since. It didn't feel good, not seeing the little guy anymore. But what the witch had done had crossed a line.

She sighed and looked at the navigation. Still an hour to go. She reached out and typed in the address of her father. It was only ten minutes from where she was. She was stuck in traffic anyway and she was getting hungry.

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Fifteen minutes later she knocked on his door with little response from the inside. Annoyed she tried again but still there was no sound coming from within. Did something happen? She looked through the mail slot in the door but could only see the empty hallway. His ancient raincoat on the floor like the piece of crap it was. Worried now she got the spare key from underneath the mat. The mat told everyone to wipe their damn feet when you stood on it. She thought it funny it looked so clean after giving it to him two years ago. With half a smile on her face, she opened the door.

Once inside it smelled less oppressive of tobacco but more so of sweat, a surprising shift in odors. Surprising as it might be, she didn’t know what was worse. It made her walk a little faster towards the living room, coat still on. Worry showing on her cold and expressionless face. When she entered the living room though she saw him lying in his chair with a digitize helmet on his head. Breathing like he was asleep. Calm.

A smile broke through the worry and a melodic laugh rang through the room. “This man, using a digitize helmet. Now I have seen it all...” She said. The noise didn’t seem to reach the old man still lying there as if no one had come in. He seemed less fat than she remembered he was a month ago. It didn’t surprise her. If her father got into something he enjoyed he would not come out until forced.

He should be deep into T.E.A.M. by now, or porn... The thought brought a cold shiver traveling down her spine. Walking to the kitchen and looking into his trash. It was overflowing with deep freeze pizza boxes. “Living the life I see, no wonder you lost weight. If I remember correct, we had to vacate the premise every time you ate pizza…,” She mumbled to herself, but couldn’t help but laugh out loud again.

She should make him something good tonight. To wash away the dirty underwear he promised to eat the day he ever got digitized.

With a broad smile on her face, she opened the fridge and gagged. A sense of instant and intense regret making its way on her face. Turning away in disgust she grabbed her phone from her pocket, still wrinkling her nose. Now that the fridge was out of the picture she needed alternatives. Remembering that she came by a local superstore she went to the app and ordered the ingredients. While she waited for her order to arrive by drone, she decided on calling that useless cleaning lady. She might even call that opinionless brother of hers to check on the little chicken nugget. She smiled and asked the phone to dial the cleaning lady, ready to dish out some karma. It might still be a good day.