One In Every Family

There is one in every family. Someone determined to be mad. Not diabolically crazy or fun-loving or whimsically mad. Angry, hateful, grousing, pouting mad. Ours is named Louisa, and she is a professional. She attempts to ruin every family dinner. Storming off, yelling, screaming, sometimes hitting us on her way out. It doesn’t matter, Grandpa says “as long as she leaves”. But sometimes she comes back. Climbs in the window so she can make another dramatic exit. “Save your drama for your mama!” someone yells. This always stirs her up, because her mama is dead. If they forget to yell it, I do. It would not seem like family without this.