"Mom, what do you mean?" I ask her dubiously. "I don't understand you and I don't understand Daryl anymore. Why is this happening to me now? With the baby due in less than a month?"
She takes another sip of wine, looks at me with a wye smile and says, "Gold fever my dear. Your husband has it. As soon as he knew I was inheriting Jean-Claude's estate, I could see the gleam in his eyes. That kind of money changes people. You didn't notice because you love him. But you're a smart girl. I knew you would figure it out."
"Well I didn't." I tell her angrily. "The only thing I figured out is that he is a complete asshole now! What the hell is wrong with me? I'm going to have a baby with him!"
"Nothing is wrong with you my dear." she says chuckling a little. "Until the heart can see the future of the person you fall in love with, love will always be blind. Blind to all the possibilities of how someone can truly be inside. I loved your father many times and I hated your father many times."
"What?" Tears start to flow freely down my face, yet I have to ask. "You hated Dad?"
"At times." she replies indifferently. "We had our ups and downs. All couples do. But my affection for him always came through in the end. You see, love is not a straight line. A continuous fairy tale of bliss throughout your life. It's like waves on the ocean. Your love can easily survive the small or medium size swells but when a hurricane hits, that is the true test of your love and your partner's love, for each other."
"Wow Mom. When did you become Buddha?"
"Ha ha ha," she laughs. Then after another sip of wine she looks at me intensely and asks, "What did Daryl do to have you run away from home?"
I wiped the tears off my cheeks and say in earnest, "Its just the way he is talking about things lately. How morbid his thoughts are and your right, it's how he thinks he deserves that money."
With the look of a predator she asks, "Did he hurt you?"
"No. He just upset me and the baby by being so inconsiderate to our needs."
"Are you sure my little flower?" She asks me demonically. "You wouldn't lie to me, would you? To protect him?"
"Mom! Now you're scaring me and the baby. You haven't used your pet name for me since I was a little girl. When you thought I was lying about something and wanted me to tell you the truth." I take a deep breath while looking at her. Then, on the verge of screaming, I say loudly, "Stop it!"
This is
I Was Cursed Once When I Lived In Texas
A Mambo From Louisiana Told Me I Would Be Bald Someday
I Just Laughed
TwoBuckHowie
And
“Etranger qui marches dans ma ville/ souviens-toi que la terre que tu
foules/ est terre du poète/ et la plus noble et la plus belle”
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Anthony Phelps - "Stranger who walks in my city / remember that the land you trample / is the land of the poet / and the noblest and most beautiful"
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