Later that evening, Shark was still reading as he was taking a bath. He made sure not to get his new book all wet, by using a footstool as a makeshift table.
Somewhere outside, he could hear his mother drunkenly singing off-key, which made him cringe and cover his ears. He was at least thankful he locked the door so she couldn’t get in.
Gently setting his book onto the footstool, Shark tried to sink deeper into the hot water. Hopefully he could stay in there until Silver passed out somewhere in the house.
Then, Shark could hear loud hollering somewhere near the bathroom. Thinking it was probably just his grandfather or Bill, he stayed where he was.
It was when the noises persisted that got him to get out and investigate. Wrapping a towel around himself, Shark peeked outside the bathroom.
Outside near the swimming pool, his grandmother had managed to set up a roaring bonfire. She was now loudly chanting and dancing about in her underwear.
Awkwardly listening in on her, Shark then turned and went to call his father:
“Dad! Grandma’s trying to summon Satan again!”
In his bedroom that night, Shark was distracted by the sparkling eyesore that was now situated in the room.
“She couldn’t have at least kept in her room?” Shark then stared off into space, knowing the answer to that question.
The dress was saturated with glitter, making it a bit hard to look at. Even with no fashion sense whatsoever, Shark knew the fabric was chiffon.
“How much money did she piss away on this?” He reached out to touch it, then drew back. Shark certainly didn’t want to face Lolly’s wrath for ‘getting his fag germs’ on her dress.
In the end, Shark lay down on his bed, and pulled out his phone to text Sinbad.
So much texting had taken place that night, Shark didn’t even realize it was one in the morning until he looked at the clock.
I gotta go, he sent to Sinbad. Initially, there wasn’t a response. Then, Shark got a message with a picture attached.
“Wonder what he sent me-” Shark was then stunned into silence at the explicit contents of the attachment.
Never in his life did Shark receive someone’s genitals in picture form. Blushing heavily, he quickly turned off his phone and slid it under his pillow.
“I’ll ask him about that tomorrow…” Shark then turned onto his side, and went to sleep.
When Shark awoke later, it was to the sound of his uncle making an absolute mess downstairs as usual.
This time, Bill was chewing up a bunch of textbooks. Shark came downstairs and watched embarrassingly as he swallowed the foreword of an encyclopedia.
“Uh, Bill?” He tried to get his attention. “Don’t you have a job to get to? And aren’t you running for mayor?”
Bill snapped his head over to look at his nephew, and then ran out the door to start up his golf cart. Shark didn’t have the time to tell him his fly was down.
Pulling out his phone, Shark then dialed Sinbad, who answered with a casual, “Y’ello?” He didn’t want to bring up the rather lewd picture, but instead went for a more innocent approach.
“Hi, Sinbad.” He could’ve shown he heard Sinbad choking on the other end of the line. “You free today?”
“Ehhh…” There was a long pause before Sinbad actually answered. “No.” Then he rudely hung up before Shark could say anything more.
Confused and now hurt by this, Shark just trudged along and went to go see his uncle make a complete fool of himself.