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murielleIndividual Immunity Challenge 6: You Shook Me
“Well, I’m not going to tell you what my mother said because it was the first time I ever heard her use language like that, but the gist of it was that Auntie Bev had no…right to tell her what to…do, and that was that. We were packed and loaded in the car and on the highway heading home in a matter of hours. And we never came back.”
“Did your dad come back?”
“He did indeed, not for very long, though. Once he cleared out the bank accounts and sold the house from under us he left. We never heard from him again.”
“You’re kidding?”
“No. Here let me help you clean up.”
“I won’t hear of it.”
“You don’t have to hear of it, but it’s going to happen. Do you have an apron, or do I have to dig for one. I’m getting really good at digging these days.” Anne smiled when he opened a drawer and found her one. As he handed it to her he told her to turn around.
“I love watching women tie apron strings behind their backs in big bows! Young’uns can’t do that. It’s a dying art.”
Anne smiled at him. “It is, isn’t it?”
“How were things for you and your mom after that?”
“Hard. Mom really changed. She was so angry and bitter. All she ever talked about was how everyone was out to get her and how you couldn’t trust men. I don’t think I ever heard a kind word come out of her mouth after that. It just shattered her spirit. But you want to know the kicker?”
“What?”
“I ended up marrying my dad.”
“You what?”
“Ron, he was just like my dad. Oh, better looking and better natured, happy as Larry, as the saying goes.”
“How was he like your dad?”
“The drinking, but where Dad had been a miserable drunk, Ron just had to get a whiff of booze and he was everybody’s long lost brother. Everyone loved him. He made friends as easily as he lost money. And he was such a talker. He could charm the birds out of the trees.
“You know what he said to me the first time we met?”
“What?”
“Well, he was walking through the office, passed my desk and then came rushing back, and said, ‘did you feel that?’
“I looked up and I saw this handsome man grinning down at me, ‘What?’ I asked.
“‘Earthquake! Must be at least a 5. Don’t tell me you didn’t feel that. We should go somewhere safe in case there’s an aftershock.’
“And he grabbed me by the hand, pulling me up, and then he looks around and sees everyone laughing at us. ‘Didn’t you feel that?’ He asked them, then he looks at me, ‘Must have been you, little lady.’
“'What?’ I asked.”
“‘You’re the earthquake! You shook me! You shook me to the very core. Guess I’ll just have to marry you.’ Then he dropped to one knee and proposed. Everyone was laughing their heads off.”
“But you married him?”
“I did, about a year later. No one ever made me laugh like Ron.”
“I’m sorry for your loss.”
“Thank you. And I'm sorry for yours, too. You lost your wife not that long ago?”
“Yes, my Luba. Oh, it’s been about two years now. Sometimes it feels longer, sometimes feels like just the other day.”
She was about to say something else, though she wasn’t sure what, when the phone rang.
“Hello? Uh-huh… Yes, I do. She’s here… Of course, we’ll be right there.”
“Annie, there’s a problem at the house.”
“The house?”
“Your aunt’s house, your house. We should go, that was the police.”
To be continued…
“Well, I’m not going to tell you what my mother said because it was the first time I ever heard her use language like that, but the gist of it was that Auntie Bev had no…right to tell her what to…do, and that was that. We were packed and loaded in the car and on the highway heading home in a matter of hours. And we never came back.”
“Did your dad come back?”
“He did indeed, not for very long, though. Once he cleared out the bank accounts and sold the house from under us he left. We never heard from him again.”
“You’re kidding?”
“No. Here let me help you clean up.”
“I won’t hear of it.”
“You don’t have to hear of it, but it’s going to happen. Do you have an apron, or do I have to dig for one. I’m getting really good at digging these days.” Anne smiled when he opened a drawer and found her one. As he handed it to her he told her to turn around.
“I love watching women tie apron strings behind their backs in big bows! Young’uns can’t do that. It’s a dying art.”
Anne smiled at him. “It is, isn’t it?”
“How were things for you and your mom after that?”
“Hard. Mom really changed. She was so angry and bitter. All she ever talked about was how everyone was out to get her and how you couldn’t trust men. I don’t think I ever heard a kind word come out of her mouth after that. It just shattered her spirit. But you want to know the kicker?”
“What?”
“I ended up marrying my dad.”
“You what?”
“Ron, he was just like my dad. Oh, better looking and better natured, happy as Larry, as the saying goes.”
“How was he like your dad?”
“The drinking, but where Dad had been a miserable drunk, Ron just had to get a whiff of booze and he was everybody’s long lost brother. Everyone loved him. He made friends as easily as he lost money. And he was such a talker. He could charm the birds out of the trees.
“You know what he said to me the first time we met?”
“What?”
“Well, he was walking through the office, passed my desk and then came rushing back, and said, ‘did you feel that?’
“I looked up and I saw this handsome man grinning down at me, ‘What?’ I asked.
“‘Earthquake! Must be at least a 5. Don’t tell me you didn’t feel that. We should go somewhere safe in case there’s an aftershock.’
“And he grabbed me by the hand, pulling me up, and then he looks around and sees everyone laughing at us. ‘Didn’t you feel that?’ He asked them, then he looks at me, ‘Must have been you, little lady.’
“'What?’ I asked.”
“‘You’re the earthquake! You shook me! You shook me to the very core. Guess I’ll just have to marry you.’ Then he dropped to one knee and proposed. Everyone was laughing their heads off.”
“But you married him?”
“I did, about a year later. No one ever made me laugh like Ron.”
“I’m sorry for your loss.”
“Thank you. And I'm sorry for yours, too. You lost your wife not that long ago?”
“Yes, my Luba. Oh, it’s been about two years now. Sometimes it feels longer, sometimes feels like just the other day.”
She was about to say something else, though she wasn’t sure what, when the phone rang.
“Hello? Uh-huh… Yes, I do. She’s here… Of course, we’ll be right there.”
“Annie, there’s a problem at the house.”
“The house?”
“Your aunt’s house, your house. We should go, that was the police.”
To be continued…
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Cute proposal.
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Hey! Hi!
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But ahhhhh! The police! That does not sound good at all. So nervous and excited to see what happens next!
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I went back to re-read the previous entry, to see how it fed into this one, and what Aunt Bev said can only be inferred... but I'm guessing it was something along the lines of telling Anne's mother not to run back to her loser of a husband and let him break her heart all over again. And sadly, she would have been right. But people in her sister's position are SO rarely ready to hear the truth. They would rather blame the messenger. :(
Police at the Aunt Bev's house cannot be good!
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