Umber (47.11 — Oleander’s Story)
August 16, 2012 § Leave a comment
Mama looked dazed. She covered her eyes with her hands, and shook her head slowly.
“This has nothing to do with you, Oleander. This happened because your da– MY husband–behaved in a way that he shouldn’t have. I should have put an end to his shenanigans a long time ago, so it’s my fault, too. Now we’re all suffering because of my stupidity. None it was your fault. You just happened to see something that no child should have to see. None of it, none of it, none of it is your fault! I am so sorry we put you through this. I’m so sorry,” she whispered to Miss Brigid, “I’m so sorry you had to hear all this.” Then Mama sat down and began to cry. She didn’t just cry; she sobbed as if it was the end of the world.
For the moment I forgot all about being mad at her. I just wanted her to stop crying. Now Miss Brigid was sobbing, too. We huddled together on the blue carpet, clinging to one another. This was the most horrible day of my young life. I just wanted us to go back to being like we were that afternoon, before I had gone down to Julie’s and the whole world had turned upside down.