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Authors: Lisa Lang Blakeney
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both made of a rich brown mahogany wood, and a down comforter and sheets that are all hotel white.
When I rub my hand across the comforter, I can tell that it's really expensive because of the apparent high thread count. In fact everything in my room looks like it belongs in the Ritz Carlton or The Four Seasons Hotel. On top of the dresser are only two things. One is a sphere-shaped crystal vase with an arrangement of fresh pink, blue and purple hydrangeas, and the other is a thick, silver framed 5x7 picture of a much younger Juliette holding a big round baby. A baby that looks very much like me. I pick the picture up and examine it closely.
"This baby looks like me." I yell downstairs so that Juliette can hear me.
"Yes. I know." She smiles as she suddenly appears at the doorway of my new bedroom. "You were about six months old there. I loved that age. You were just learning how to sit up on your own and you smiled a lot. So sweet."
"Did you see me a lot when I was a baby?" I ask with surprise.
"Yes," she says in a pained voice. "Before I married your uncle."
"Where were we in this picture?" It doesn't look like her house or even this neighborhood.
"I was visiting a farm in Bucks County about thirty minutes from your house. Some crazy friends of mine bought a farm out there after they got married. They wanted to raise sheep or something. Needless to say that didn't work out." She chuckles.
"You took me to the farm by yourself?"
"I wanted you to get some fresh air and give your parents a break."
"Was I a difficult baby?" I remember my mom mentioning once or twice that I was colicky.
"Not at all. They were new parents and a bit older. They just needed some down time. I'm not sure if you know this, but your mother and I were really close once upon a time. She even did my hair and makeup for my prom."
Really?
"Well what happened between you and Dad?" It's the elephant in the room. I have to ask.
I place the frame back down and start unpacking my things to keep busy, while she contemplates how much of the truth she is going to tell me.
"Does he ever talk about me?"
I notice a small quiver in her voice. I think this may be a bad topic choice for my first hour in my new home. Is she going to cry? Please no.
"No not really, but to be fair, I never ask him about you."
"Well it's nothing earth shattering. No big family secret. It's just something that happens in families all the time I guess. Your father and I were once very close. Much of that changed when I met your uncle."
"Where is Uncle Joseph?" And what does he have to do with their rift I wonder.
"He's working in his office where he always is."
She quickly changes the subject. "So let's find you something to wear for tonight."
"Tonight?"
"The dinner I'm having for Joseph's birthday. You didn't forget did you?"
Actually I did. "Oh I didn't know if that was definitely happening."
"Yes it is. I hope that's not a problem."
"Absolutely not." I try to sound convincing.
"What do you like? Chicken, steak or fish?"
"I'm flexible. Anything is fine."
"I'm going to have all three entrees available then." Juliette whips out a cell phone the size of my head and swiftly types some sort of note to herself. Probably about the menu.
"I didn't want to overwhelm you your first day here," she continues. "But I've been planning this dinner for months."
"It's fine Auntie. Really. So what time is this party?" I ask with faux enthusiasm.
"It starts at seven tonight at one of my favorite restaurants," she smiles. "Just a few family and friends."
I pray that Roman won't be there. While I know it's been a hundred years, and we were just kids, my aunt is right. I've been known to hold a grudge. Plus I heard that the kid has only grown worse with age. I think he even did jail time. At least that's what I overheard my father saying.
"What should I wear?"
I'd always assumed that one of the issues between my aunt and my dad had something to do with
When I rub my hand across the comforter, I can tell that it's really expensive because of the apparent high thread count. In fact everything in my room looks like it belongs in the Ritz Carlton or The Four Seasons Hotel. On top of the dresser are only two things. One is a sphere-shaped crystal vase with an arrangement of fresh pink, blue and purple hydrangeas, and the other is a thick, silver framed 5x7 picture of a much younger Juliette holding a big round baby. A baby that looks very much like me. I pick the picture up and examine it closely.
"This baby looks like me." I yell downstairs so that Juliette can hear me.
"Yes. I know." She smiles as she suddenly appears at the doorway of my new bedroom. "You were about six months old there. I loved that age. You were just learning how to sit up on your own and you smiled a lot. So sweet."
"Did you see me a lot when I was a baby?" I ask with surprise.
"Yes," she says in a pained voice. "Before I married your uncle."
"Where were we in this picture?" It doesn't look like her house or even this neighborhood.
"I was visiting a farm in Bucks County about thirty minutes from your house. Some crazy friends of mine bought a farm out there after they got married. They wanted to raise sheep or something. Needless to say that didn't work out." She chuckles.
"You took me to the farm by yourself?"
"I wanted you to get some fresh air and give your parents a break."
"Was I a difficult baby?" I remember my mom mentioning once or twice that I was colicky.
"Not at all. They were new parents and a bit older. They just needed some down time. I'm not sure if you know this, but your mother and I were really close once upon a time. She even did my hair and makeup for my prom."
Really?
"Well what happened between you and Dad?" It's the elephant in the room. I have to ask.
I place the frame back down and start unpacking my things to keep busy, while she contemplates how much of the truth she is going to tell me.
"Does he ever talk about me?"
I notice a small quiver in her voice. I think this may be a bad topic choice for my first hour in my new home. Is she going to cry? Please no.
"No not really, but to be fair, I never ask him about you."
"Well it's nothing earth shattering. No big family secret. It's just something that happens in families all the time I guess. Your father and I were once very close. Much of that changed when I met your uncle."
"Where is Uncle Joseph?" And what does he have to do with their rift I wonder.
"He's working in his office where he always is."
She quickly changes the subject. "So let's find you something to wear for tonight."
"Tonight?"
"The dinner I'm having for Joseph's birthday. You didn't forget did you?"
Actually I did. "Oh I didn't know if that was definitely happening."
"Yes it is. I hope that's not a problem."
"Absolutely not." I try to sound convincing.
"What do you like? Chicken, steak or fish?"
"I'm flexible. Anything is fine."
"I'm going to have all three entrees available then." Juliette whips out a cell phone the size of my head and swiftly types some sort of note to herself. Probably about the menu.
"I didn't want to overwhelm you your first day here," she continues. "But I've been planning this dinner for months."
"It's fine Auntie. Really. So what time is this party?" I ask with faux enthusiasm.
"It starts at seven tonight at one of my favorite restaurants," she smiles. "Just a few family and friends."
I pray that Roman won't be there. While I know it's been a hundred years, and we were just kids, my aunt is right. I've been known to hold a grudge. Plus I heard that the kid has only grown worse with age. I think he even did jail time. At least that's what I overheard my father saying.
"What should I wear?"
I'd always assumed that one of the issues between my aunt and my dad had something to do with
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