Umber (47.10 — Oleander’s Story)

August 15, 2012 § 1 Comment

I was furious with Mama for throwing Daddy out.

“How could you say that to him; he can’t leave!”

Then I got a good look at her. Her eyes were swollen from crying, her right hand was black and blue, and she had a row of long scratches down her left cheek.  Our pink and white teapot lay smashed on the floor.

Miss Brigid gasped aloud.  “Mama!” I wailed.  This was too much for my seven-year-old brain to take in.  I collapsed on the blue rug, sobbing hysterically.  Mama and Miss Brigid couldn’t get me to stop crying.

“Miss Vera!  Did that floozy do that to you?”

Mama tried to shush Miss Brigid, but to no avail.

“The very idea!  And that good-for-nothing louse–the little people will come for them both!”

“Oh, no, oh, no, no, this is my fault!” I screeched.  If I hadn’t told you about Daddy and Julie, he’d still be here, and you wouldn’t be hurt!”

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