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Authors: Debra Salonen
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brain may say "No, no, no," but
every other part of her shouted, "Bring it on, baby."
Why does life have to be
so tough?
She got out of her car and
took a deep breath. Her armpits tingled. Summer on the cusp?
Hormonal spike? Or nerves? She looked around. Her brother-in-law's
pick-up truck occupied the designated parking spot for Mom's
unit. Nerves. Definitely.
She paused at the edge of
the tiny concrete slab each first floor resident of Heritage House
euphemistically called a patio. The screen door was propped open
with a battered olive green Army locker. Dad's. Judy had begged to take it
with her to college, but Mom had been appalled by the suggestion.
"No normal person would want this smelly, dented old thing in her
dorm room. Absolutely not. We'll run to Wal-Mart and pick up
something girlish. First impressions don't come with second
chances, Judy. You'd be smart to remember that. But you probably
won't."
"Morning, Judy," a deep
voice said from behind her.
Judy jumped sideways,
nearly twisting her ankle on an exposed root from the magnolia
tree. Buddy had hated the messy tree and used to threaten to cut it
down in the dark of night and blame it on vandals. "Oh, hi, Pete,"
she said, giving her brother-in-law an awkward hug given the moving
box in his arms. "Thought I spotted your truck in Mom's spot. Need
help unloading?"
His San Francisco Giants
ball-cap swung from side-to-side laconically. Judy always said the
only way anyone could survive in a household made of up Nancy and
Mom was either alcohol--her father's escape of choice--or earplugs.
In her brother-in-law's case, chronic ear infections in childhood
left him partly deaf. When tensions got too high, he'd switch off
his hearing aids and zone out. "Last box. It's light. I just
returned the dolly back to the office. Furniture got delivered
yesterday. Your sister hired some guy who works here to haul
it."
Hector, she figured. "Okay.
Good. Any bites on your house?"
"Won't go on the market for
another week or so. Gotta do some fix-ups. Nanc has been watching
some house-hunter shows on cable." He rolled his eyes.
She knew that look. The
acid in the pit of her stomach started gurgling again. She made an
ushering motion. Pete grinned. "Naw. Ladies first." They both knew
how close Judy was to sprinting in the opposite
direction.
"Don't you want to see what
it's like to be the golden child for a change?" he
asked.
She couldn't ask him to
explain his cryptic question because a second later her mother's
voice pierced the warm morning air. "There you are, Judy. Finally.
I was starting to think you abandoned me, too. Bad enough your
sister kicks me out and moves me half-way across the state, but
then I find out you don't work here anymore. What's wrong with
these people? You were loved. I've heard a dozen people singing
your praises. Do I need to have a conversation with that Ron
person?"
Judy's throat clenched. Not
a conversation .
Mom's word for shredding a subject so finely no trace of the
original fabric existed. "Your mother's a loony tune, Judy," Shawn
told Judy after his first--maybe, only--"conversation" with Mom.
"We'll see your family at major holidays, but I will hold you
personally accountable if I ever get stuck talking to that fruit
cake again. Are we clear?"
How had she laughed off
that offensive attitude at the time? Had she truly possessed so
little self-esteem she couldn't raise a single defense on her
mother's behalf? Or did she remain silent because he said exactly
what she'd thought for so many years?
"Hi, Mom. Are you getting
settled? Please don't bother Ron on my account. I've got a couple
of good job prospects in the works." A lie. The only one that
looked even halfway promising was managing Fletcher Canby's sex
club. And that sure as heck wouldn't happen as long as she
continued to lust after his father.
"What's to settle?" Mom
asked, her tone bitter and sarcastic. "I go from a four-bedroom
ranch to a one-room--oh, excuse me, they call that
every other part of her shouted, "Bring it on, baby."
Why does life have to be
so tough?
She got out of her car and
took a deep breath. Her armpits tingled. Summer on the cusp?
Hormonal spike? Or nerves? She looked around. Her brother-in-law's
pick-up truck occupied the designated parking spot for Mom's
unit. Nerves. Definitely.
She paused at the edge of
the tiny concrete slab each first floor resident of Heritage House
euphemistically called a patio. The screen door was propped open
with a battered olive green Army locker. Dad's. Judy had begged to take it
with her to college, but Mom had been appalled by the suggestion.
"No normal person would want this smelly, dented old thing in her
dorm room. Absolutely not. We'll run to Wal-Mart and pick up
something girlish. First impressions don't come with second
chances, Judy. You'd be smart to remember that. But you probably
won't."
"Morning, Judy," a deep
voice said from behind her.
Judy jumped sideways,
nearly twisting her ankle on an exposed root from the magnolia
tree. Buddy had hated the messy tree and used to threaten to cut it
down in the dark of night and blame it on vandals. "Oh, hi, Pete,"
she said, giving her brother-in-law an awkward hug given the moving
box in his arms. "Thought I spotted your truck in Mom's spot. Need
help unloading?"
His San Francisco Giants
ball-cap swung from side-to-side laconically. Judy always said the
only way anyone could survive in a household made of up Nancy and
Mom was either alcohol--her father's escape of choice--or earplugs.
In her brother-in-law's case, chronic ear infections in childhood
left him partly deaf. When tensions got too high, he'd switch off
his hearing aids and zone out. "Last box. It's light. I just
returned the dolly back to the office. Furniture got delivered
yesterday. Your sister hired some guy who works here to haul
it."
Hector, she figured. "Okay.
Good. Any bites on your house?"
"Won't go on the market for
another week or so. Gotta do some fix-ups. Nanc has been watching
some house-hunter shows on cable." He rolled his eyes.
She knew that look. The
acid in the pit of her stomach started gurgling again. She made an
ushering motion. Pete grinned. "Naw. Ladies first." They both knew
how close Judy was to sprinting in the opposite
direction.
"Don't you want to see what
it's like to be the golden child for a change?" he
asked.
She couldn't ask him to
explain his cryptic question because a second later her mother's
voice pierced the warm morning air. "There you are, Judy. Finally.
I was starting to think you abandoned me, too. Bad enough your
sister kicks me out and moves me half-way across the state, but
then I find out you don't work here anymore. What's wrong with
these people? You were loved. I've heard a dozen people singing
your praises. Do I need to have a conversation with that Ron
person?"
Judy's throat clenched. Not
a conversation .
Mom's word for shredding a subject so finely no trace of the
original fabric existed. "Your mother's a loony tune, Judy," Shawn
told Judy after his first--maybe, only--"conversation" with Mom.
"We'll see your family at major holidays, but I will hold you
personally accountable if I ever get stuck talking to that fruit
cake again. Are we clear?"
How had she laughed off
that offensive attitude at the time? Had she truly possessed so
little self-esteem she couldn't raise a single defense on her
mother's behalf? Or did she remain silent because he said exactly
what she'd thought for so many years?
"Hi, Mom. Are you getting
settled? Please don't bother Ron on my account. I've got a couple
of good job prospects in the works." A lie. The only one that
looked even halfway promising was managing Fletcher Canby's sex
club. And that sure as heck wouldn't happen as long as she
continued to lust after his father.
"What's to settle?" Mom
asked, her tone bitter and sarcastic. "I go from a four-bedroom
ranch to a one-room--oh, excuse me, they call that
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