Come What May
Thursday, October 28, 2010
6
“She’s your Aunt, Liza. You should call her Aunt Molly,” said Annie’s five year old Sarah. Liza ignored her and kept shouting “Mawhly!” and running full speed. The smell of Grandma Brown’s meatloaf mixed with the smell of the mosquito candle and for a brief second, Molly heard the echo of her mother’s laugh. And then she saw green as Liza barreled into Molly’s legs, toppling her into the hedge she’d just come around. All at once, Liza and Mike started laughing, Sarah scolding, Luke crying, and Aunt Alice probably rolled her eyes.
5
Molly had never quite understood what was wrong with their relationship, or what Aunt Alice felt was so wrong with Molly. Oh, she had the usual nit picky list of grievances memorized—Molly was spoiled, she didn’t help out Mother enough (she should not just do her assigned chores but look for others to do without asking), expected too much from financially (apparently a beat up Oldsmobile sans fender and 100K+ miles was too swanky of a teenage car in Aunt Alice’s estimation), was emotionally needy (she couldn’t say hello or goodbye without hugging her parents). Molly was also selfish (i.e. messy room), she didn’t think of how her actions affected others (staying out 4 minutes past curfew, ONCE!), and she was weak because she ran away from her problems (when she dropped physics because the math was too hard and took anatomy instead). Molly did feel guilty for everyone of Alice’s charges against her, but in more mature moments she felt wronged. What sixteen year old youngest child daddy’s girl isn’t a bit spoiled, selfish, and emotionally fragile? There was never slack to be had when it came to the way Alice cut her opinions of Molly. With her parents gone, Molly had tried to cling to everything of value to her parents. In her own muddled way that included Aunt Alice and her opinions.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
4- This One is For Breezy
“Annie still hates all things winged but you won’t intimidate Aunt Alice off pretending to be a bee.” Molly whipped her head around searching for those laughing green eyes of her dear brother.
“Mike!” She said, leaving her suitcase and her mountain pose and stepping toward him before she could fully seem him. “Is everyone here hiding in the bushes? Since when did this house get so shadowy and overgrown? And I wasn’t buzzing, well, I was, but I was also extending and disciplining my life force. If I’m going to live here I need an open heart center.”
“As usual, I only have a vague idea of what you are talking about but I’m happy if your happy. Or my life force is open if your life force is open. Buzz on!” He said as he pulled her into a thick hug.
“It’s an open heart and an extended life force but whatever. It’s so good to see you! Even here. Seeing you here is a bit--”
“Weird.” He pulled back to look at her face.
“I was thinking something more-“
“Depressing?” for a second he looked too concerned for comfort until his nostrils started twitching with the effort of holding back a smile.
“I was going to say specific. But let’s just go with weird. It’s sufficiently vague and an acceptably current idiomatically.” She never had to sensor her language around Mike. She could always be 100% Molly and never alter her vocabulary at the last second to avoid sounding, well, let’s go with weird.
“Hate to break it to you sister, but “weird” is dated. Which makes you old.”
“It was your word! You’re the old one.”
“I’m not old, I have kids. That makes me a young family man!”
“Are you calling me a spinster? I can’t be a spinster at 28. And where is your family, man?”
“Behind all those shadows and overgrowth. Wait until you see Luke, talk about overgrowth. The kid is huge! He’s nearly bigger than Liza.”
“Well, but she’s so petite.” Molly said as they walked arm in arm to the backyard. At last Molly could retreat into the role of admiring Aunt, even if the bulk of that admiration had been from afar. It was a comfortable and comforting role. Molly would be (almost) fine if she never had kids of her own as long as she had plenty of nieces and nephews. She took her job of outrageously spoiling them very seriously. It was her responsibility to compensate them for being short a couple of grandparents, that and to hype them up on sugar then pass them back to the parents for the crash. All the fun, none of the discipline or messy stuff.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Rule Changes
Monday, October 4, 2010
3
Molly found herself smiling to herself and humming “There was an old lady who swallowed a fly…” as she bent over to pull her suitcase out of the trunk.
“You’re late.” The song startled in Molly’s throat, modulating into a squeak. Her suitcase banged off the bumper to the ground and on her foot. The words were not unkind but still held the distinct sharpness of Aunt Alice.
“But you’re here” she muttered as she rolled back behind the shadowed hedge that led to the backyard.
“I was lost.” Molly whispered to her suitcase in her tiniest of voices, the kind she usually reserved for when her inner dialogue was too brilliant to not be spoken out loud but not meant for anyone’s ears (but also for when she was in unexpected pain and needed to curse and not be heard). Either her tiny voice was not so tiny or Aunt Alice’s ears where making up for other deficits because Molly thought she heard a snort and a snarling rhetorical “was?” come from the shadows nearest Aunt Alice. Unsure of the cause, Molly felt her eyes water. Could she do this?
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
2
Molly turned the last left onto Jewel Lane and felt all her emotions suspended at the sight of her old house. Same house, same color, same sidewalk but with a few more cracks leading up to the same cherry red door. Different house numbers, totally different address, same basketball hoop above the garage. The landscaping was basically the same but so much more voluminous, changing the shadows and the tenor of the place into something darker and less innocent. Strangely Molly felt at home. Not because this was the place of happy memories and childhood or because her loved ones lived here but because Molly felt like her old home—the same but so different. In the drafty place in her heart she felt something spark and sizzle for a moment as she put the car in park. She could do this.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
1
What used to be a short drive down Main Street, right at the second light and out of town 5 miles, over what is sometimes a creek but usually a wash, left and then the first (OK, only) house on the left with the circular driveway was now no longer recognizable as the way home. The Brown’s wholesome, down-home white ranch was now at the end of a cul-de-sac. In the ten years since Molly went away to college Greenfield grew suburbs. Her triumphal if not confused return in her silver Saturn to the home she grew up in required snaking her way through the slightly fashionable although prosaically named suburb of Blue Creek. The Brown’s were lucky in that their suburb was named before the city planners got pretentious. Some of their good friends and longtime residents of Morrison County got stuck with Azure Spring, Indigo Heights, and Cimarron Pond.