I appreciate your cooperation and Iâm sorry to have interrupted your day. Thank you.â
Mom says, âThank you.â
The cop doesnât say anything more until they get to the door. âYou take care.â
âWe will,â Mom says. A couple moments later, his car door slams and his engine starts.
Mom watches as the police officer drives away. She turns to Rusty and says, âShall we dig up Debiâs body from the garden now?â She laughs. âI know, not very funny, but can you imagine that little pill calling 911 because I scolded her?â
Rusty stares at Mom intently. âAnd a better question,â Mom says, shaking her head, âis why am I talking to a dog?â
Rusty glances at me, and I wonder if heâs thinking, âYou talk to Shawn all the time too, and he never answers!â
20
W hen Debi gets home, Mom welcomes her like she does every day.
âHi, Debi,â Mom says.
âHi,â Debi says, as happy and cheerful as can be.
Mom lets her set down her lunch box, her purse, and her backpack.
Debi comes into the kitchen.
Mom says, âDebi, you called 911 this morning, didnât you?â
Debi doesnât say anything, just stops dead in her tracks and stares at the floor.
âDebi,â Mom says again.
Still silence.
Mom, âYou need to answer my question, Debi. Iâm not mad at you, but we need to talk about this. You called 911 this morning, didnât you?â
Debi stares at the floor for what seems like about a hundred years. Finally she speaks so low I can barely hear her. âYeth, Linny.â
Mom asks, âWere you afraid you were in trouble for cutting up my family albums?â
Debi says, âI sorry.â
Mom says, âItâs all rightâwe love you, but you canât call 911 unless there is a real emergency, do you understand?â
âI sorry,â Debi says.
âWere you afraid, Debi?â
âMad.... I sorry.â
âYou were angry?â
âI like McDonnos.â
Mom smiles. âI know you do, Debi, and weâll go there for lunch on Saturday if you promise no more 911 calls unless the house is on fire, okay?â
âYeth,â Debi says.
Now Mom says, âYou canât call 911 every time you get angry.â
Debi nods and says, âI sorry.â
Mom gives her a hug, and as they are hugging, Debi asks, âCan I say someâtin?â
âOf course, sweetie,â Mom says.
I think to myself, this is Debiâs eureka moment. Sheâs going to own up right now, take responsibility, and apologize beyond her rote âI sorryâ line. Sheâll show that she understands what happened and why Mom was so upset. Sheâll apologize!
Debi hesitates, but finally she speaks. âWhatâs for dinner?â she asks, as if the whole previous conversation never even occurred.
Without missing a beat, Mom answers, âHow about some homemade split-pea soup?â
âDat sounds good,â Debi answers.
But this is what she says every afternoon when she gets home. Itâs part of her ritual. Every day she asks âWhatâs for dinner?â and Iâm convinced Mom could say, âSpoiled, sour-owl poop and a bed of rotting maggot-covered e-coli spinach,â and Debi would respond with âDat sounds good.â
But who am I to poke fun at Debi? She canât rise above her limitations. And how is that any different from anybody else? Everyone has limits and blind spots. Being human means having a mix of both strengths and weaknesses. I think the majority of people who see Debi and me focus on our weaknesses and are oblivious to our strengths. I know Iâve been ragging on Debi, but she always tells the truth, or at least tries to, and sheâs got a great sense of humor. Plus she never acts out of cruelty.
I, of all people, know what it feels like to be misunderstood. And Iâve got that whole weaknesses thing
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