The WiP has just begun

Always ready, Madeline Brown prepared for work. Excitement filled her because tonight, after work, she headed up the Christmas party. Her slim body had showered, make-up put on with care, and today she would wear her hair down instead of the usual boring bun at her neck. She had long wavy blond hair she’d hidden all these years working at the bank, rising to a better position from time to time and now she was the boss’s right hand woman. Pretty damn good for a forty-five -year -old woman who did this on her own but now she is so ready for a man. She strutted around her small bedroom after dressing. The new slinky black dress with a low neckline might do the trick tonight. A business jacket had to go over it with a silk scarf to cover her cleavage. She was pleased and excited buttoning the gorgeous new black coat with a fur collar. Oh baby, time to shine. With her Lady Smith in the black leather bag, Madeline was out the door.

Click. click. click came from behind her and as she turned, she whipped the Lady Smith out ready to shoot; she yelled. “Who the hell are you tracking me.?” She looked to see a frightened Bijon Frise at her feet and she bent down as snowflakes fell to lift the small pup into her warm arms. “Are you lost, sweet thing? Don’t worry, I’ll find your home.”

 

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The Letter . . .part 3

Hi gang, I’m moving on with this awful story; a story of treachery in a family.

excerpt: Sarah’s insurance money soon was referred to as ‘our’ money by the beloved son A. “Mom we need money to buy a house and I’ll give you a better interest rate than you’re getting from the bank so help us out.” Subsequent additions added, purchased without asking Sarah, were a pool and an indoor hot tub all put on his tab.

An uneasy feeling came over Sarah whenever she was with A and B; she tried to shake it off but something was wrong in the Garden of Eden once her family. Adam had surgery of the nose due to constant problems and since he didn’t recover instantly, he went to an alternative clinic. This was back in the eighties when this became popular to an insane degree. A psychologist was recommended and he began therapy. One day, he said, “I have to distant myself from you because my therapist said it’s necessary.”

Sarah, always agreeable since childhood in the thirties, was trained to be patient and accepting although she didn’t understand and sadly this went on for several months with Sarah not allowed to visit her grandchild and A and B and then the letter arrived with these words:”Under hypnosis, A’s therapist helped him to discover he was sexually abused by his grandmother at age two. You also sexually abused him when he was a bit older and without doubt, you have abused sexually your grandchildren; and because of this, he has developed multiple personalities.We know of people who have sued their parents because of abuse; in a perfect world, you would forgive the debts we owe you. They secretly told Sarah’s children in an attempt to poison their minds but the family didn’t believe a word; she grieved for two years of this death in the family and never saw them again but sometimes, in the night she wonders about the pain. . .what can be done for the pain?

My friends, this is a true story. I found the letter in a drawer a few weeks ago and had to share it with you. You all know me so well. I’m usually full of joy and I still am.

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A love letter to my lost one

We were the best couple ever, always loving and together since high school. Our motto was Marriage is one long conversation. And it was. We had our children, lost two, the Air Force years were remarkable. I was so proud of you, my handsome pilot. Civilian life proved to be tough but we made it, always talking things over, figuring out life’s problems together. The older boys chose to play guitars just as you did. Lessons, the basement arranged for their instruments and then a new era began. The seventies, the dawning of Aquarius, girls stopped wearing bras, and marijuana spread through the schools. We didn’t know it would also spread into our home. Life changed drastically as you went off to work and I was left at home with two little ones and two teens out of control.

My love, they never changed, our older children. After that , it became us, the small kids, and them. A few years later, your heart required a pacemaker. From then on you listened to your heart and forgot about me. Thirty seven years of happiness and suddenly, I was alone with a houseful of kids. You had a fever that wouldn’t go down. Doctor put you in the hospital for examination. After a few days of visiting, we sat together so sad life had changed for us. You looked at me the old way, so dear and loving, and said, “I love you.” We kissed and said goodbye.

2:30 in the morning the doctor called. Hurry, he said. By the time I arrived , you were gone.

How can I express the loss of my dearest? I can’t and it was a long time ago. So I say, “Happy Birthday wherever you are.”

My question is you were 56 when I lost you and I have aged. Have you or are you the same hale and hearty kind of guy I met in high school and we fell in love.

P.S. The older sons abandoned me after taking all the money you left to give me a comfortable life. All gone and so are they. Bad words to them from you and me.

Our two younger kids are all grown-up. Our son is married to an extraordinary woman, a fabulous artist. He continues with his artistic life of performing. They live in Denmark. Our beautiful girl grew up to be a teacher and the dearest daughter. We have a granddaughter you would love to pieces, she’s so smart and delightful. She’s nine and plays on a basketball team. You should see her guard. Or maybe you do. I wonder.

I had a bad fall and daughter and granddaughter saved my life. It’s been a difficult time, my love.

The Letter. . .part 2

As a teen, Sarah’s interest lay in learning how to raise a happy family; her vision composed of a combination of Norman Rockwell’s paintings, Father Knows Best combined with Ozzie and Harriet; Doctor Spock called the shots. As these component parts came off the assembly line of the Happy Family factory, somehow the finished product must have cracked under pressure to develop a fault line. Years later, the careful construction erupted to cause grievous damage.

One son and his wife, let’s call them A and B, were always exceptionally close to Sarah but they were financially needy. Sarah’s two younger children were in college and doing well but somehow that didn’t satisfy A and B. They took turns to whisper in Sarah’s ear saying, “The kid brother isn’t doing too well at that fancy college so send him to a state school and he can get a job to pay his tuition.” Next, A attacked the youngest sister saying about the same thing and Sarah fought back. “They are happy where they are and doing so well.”

Badgered, manipulated and weakened, Sarah found it easier to give in and let A influence her judgement. With her husband gone, alone at home, she began to feel comforted in an odd way rather than disagree with both of them.

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Flip flops of life

Some days you’re up; some days you’re down. Sometimes you’re in good health, if you’re blessed; some days you fall into the pit of a cold, a belly ache and worse. Who in the world can tell what happens on any given day.

I have relatives in Houston I can’t get in touch with. I pray all day for their safety. For years we lived in Louisiana and made wonderful friends. Where are they now? I hope ,they are safe and dry.

Life goes up and down, doesn’t it? As for me, I keep on smiling, take care of four cats and our small Cape Cod style home. We are fortunate to be spared a hurricane. Our home is dry, we take care of necessities at our advanced ages. I write my books, he goes to work. I work out, he does the mowing and more.

That’s our life. Long may we wave.

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Taking care of Stray Dogs at the Shelter

A few years ago, these two beauties were best friends. Yesterday, daughter took them to the shelter where she walks caged dogs to help out. The girls jumped in to lather peanut butter on dog biscuits. Friendship revisited. They giggled and beamed, dog lovers, both of them just like my daughter who is a teacher but makes sure the dogs are walked on a daily basis. There are a bunch of folks who take the time to help out at the shelter.  I’m so proud of my daughter and grandest and her pal. Basketball season begins very

Basketball season begins very soon. How I love to watch grandest play.

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The Letter

The slumbering snake coiled in a dark corner of the closet in her mind; Sarah didn’t know it existed. In her conscious life, all was apple pie, light and happy. Like a slow IV drip, the venom leaked into the fragile fabric supporting her existence, eroding all her life’s work. In one hideous moment, a hole, never to be mended, tore through.

The day was one of the ten best days weathermen glow about; Sarah opened the letter and her dreams ended. The words hammered her until she cried.

A widow with four devoted adult children and insurance money gave her optimism about the future. She might meet someone to begin again a new life. There were no signs, no foreshadowing she felt later, much later, with hindsight always 20-20, did she recognize her mistakes. Blind faith and trust placed her where she stood, screaming, crying, the letter in her hand.

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