Irish Ashes a.k.a. Angela's Vomit Part 4

Anyway the movie ended, and me and my father left the movie theater. We we’re walking home which was a bit of a walk on a cold winter night and eventually we were within range of the apartment building we we’re living in at the time. Up ahead was our neighbor, we’ll call her Angela, after the movie we had just seen, and also because she was Irish. She was very attractive and very drunk. Stumbling around in her shoes. She was wearing a black fur coat, a short black dress with black stockings and black shoes. She stumbled into our apartment building and my father helped her in. We made it to our floor and my father stayed with her outside. She mumbled something about her boyfriend breaking up with her and who would she have now? To be frank, I found that odd, since she was a very attractive woman, so attractive I used to have dreams about her, but I guess it’s what she wants, not what everyone else wants from her. She said she was going to be sick and she went over to the garbage chute and started vomiting. My father stood nearby to make sure she was okay. She asked my father to come in with her to her apartment but my father kindly said he felt he shouldn’t. A wise choice when dealing with a young inebriated woman. He did unlock the door for her and she went and locked herself in. My father came in our apartment, and one could say that was a very Irish ending to my story about the time me and my Dad went to see Angela’s Ashes. Korvus Keel over and out.