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"I'm not happy about the nickname," Anne commented as she and Maggie
waited for the bags to arrive at the baggage claim.
"It wasn't exactly my idea, Mom," Maggie apologized, regretting sending
the student newspaper review of her concert home. It had been a whim,
just to show her mom what she had been up to.
"And the hair... You couldn't use a temporary?" Anne sighed loudly.
"I didn't think of it," Maggie spotted her bag, and hefted it over her
shoulder as it arrived on the turntable.
"I am very happy about your grades, though," Anne smiled, as they made
their way through the parking lot to the aged station wagon. "I half
feared that you wouldn't go to class..."
And she would have been right, Maggie reflected, if she had been young,
stupid, and obsessed with alcohol. She merely nodded as they drove
towards the main Salinas-Monterey highway.
Being back in Monterey was surreal for Maggie. Apart from aborted
attempts at independence, it had always felt like home. Now, it felt like
she was being shoved back into a role which she no longer fit into. This
last semester had been a break not only from her family, but a break from
the constant cycles of failure that she had slid into in her previous
life. Now the trees seemed foreign, the light a little too bright. It was
a large combination of things that were small individually, but taken
together, made the place feel alien.
Maggie went over various college anecdotes that she knew her mother would
approve of as they drove home. There were more of course, but they
weren't exactly the types of stories you told your mother. Maggie figured
that a slightly censored version of her college experience would be the
best policy.
Anne, for her part, merely nodded, giving the impression that she was
rather lost in the memories of her own college days as Maggie recounted
the stories.
"So did you meet any nice guys?" Anne suddenly asked out of the blue
several hours later.
"Uh..." Maggie knew that she should have expected this question, but was
too momentarily stunned to answer. She could barely believe that her mom
would ask that. She knew that she had left out any discussion of guys in
her stories, but hadn't thought that her mother would expect it.
"I'll take that as a yes." Anne smirked at her daughter. "Do you play in
the band with him?"
"Mom!" Maggie exclaimed, realizing how ridiculously "Girly" she sounded,
but at the same time not really caring, "Look, it's not like that.
Really! I played with that band for ONE gig, and we called it quits."
"Why was that?" Anne asked, her voice taking on a critical tone.
"Creative differences." A creative interpretation, to be sure, but Maggie
figured it was the best face she could put on it.
"Mmmhmmm," Anne commented, letting the subject drop. She seemed about to
say more, but left the room.
Randall had not been home to greet her, she was relieved to see. Elaine
had been quite quiet upon her return home, merely nodding to Maggie,
before returning to her room and closing the door. It was a major change
from the highly energetic girl that Maggie had left only a few months
ago, and shook Maggie a bit.
Now, with Anne working on dinner, and Randall not due back for another
hour, Maggie figured it would be a good time to speak to Elaine and find
out what was wrong. Gently, she knocked on the door of her sister's room.
When there was no response, she knocked again, a little louder.
This time, there was the sound of shuffling behind the door, before the
door opened to reveal Elaine. She said nothing, merely widening her eyes
in a questioning expression.
"Hi, Elaine," Maggie started, and when Elaine did not respond, continued,
"I was kinda hoping I could talk to you. Is something wrong?"
"No." Elaine's voice was very quiet.
"You're sure?" Maggie asked, not believing her. "Because I haven't seen
you this quiet in years. Got laryngitis or something?"
"I'm fine." The defensive statement reminded Maggie of herself. She
recalled how she had only said such things when things were at their
worst.
"Okay." She shrugged her shoulders. "Don't tell me. Just sit in your
room, depressed. I'll come by to water you every once in a while."
"You won't believe me," Elaine stated, moving to rapidly shut the door.
"Believe what?" Maggie shoved her foot in the door, getting a slight pain
as Elaine tried to slam it. "Hey, I got something YOU won't believe!" She
looked over her shoulder. Anne was still in the kitchen. "I tell ya what.
You tell me your story, after I tell you something totally crazy."
"Yeah, like what?" Elaine asked, her face taking on a slightly more
animated expression.
"I gotta whisper it." Maggie leaned close to Elaine. "I used to be a
guy!" she whispered urgently, acting like it was the most secret thing in
the world.
Elaine tried to keep a straight expression, but a smile began to grow
across her face. When Maggie screwed up her mouth and placed a finger
under her nose, simulating a mustache, she burst into a peal of laughter.
"Oh my god..." Elaine gasped. "My brother is a girl! AIEEE!" Her voice
got a little louder, but there was still that a twinge of sadness to it.
"Ok, your turn," Maggie smiled, cupping her hand to her ear. "C'mon, We
had a deal."
"It's just..." Elaine broke off, taking a deep breath, and looked around
the doorway before she continued, "It's Randall."
Maggie felt the blood rushing through her veins. Randall, that son of
a... She forced herself to remain calm, and continue to listen to Elaine.
She couldn't jump to any conclusions.
"I mean, he's been acting kinda weird. Mom says that he's just under a
lot of stress at work, but it's just..." Elaine acted slightly
embarrassed by the confession. Her eyes looked to the left and right as
she spoke.
"Weird, like weird how?" Maggie could feel her anger rising. Her mind
flashed back to the hotel, and an unattractive image of Randall floated
through her consciousness.
"Well, he keeps coming in my room," Elaine stated. "I mean, like all the
time."
"For how long?" Maggie asked, shooting an angry look back at the kitchen.
She couldn't believe that Anne thought it was appropriate.
"Only for a little bit, but it's really freaking me out. I mean, this one
time I forgot to take out the trash, and when I got home he had dumped it
all over my bed," Elaine said, "And I really hate it when he hits me."
"Spankings?" Elaine growled. For a fourteen year old? No, check that,
Elaine turned fifteen last month. It was ridiculous.
"Well, he broke his knee at work a week after you left for college, and
he's got a cane now," Elaine explained,
"So he hit you with the CANE?" Maggie exclaimed, her eyes wide.
"Mom said that it wasn't hard, but it hurt."
"Wait, MOM was there?" This was getting ridiculous. Anne was not that
blind...
"Yeah, and he came into my room after that, told me he was sorry, and
gave me a hug. But the hug was kinda, you know, weird." Elaine seemed to
cringe after the last statement, as if expecting Maggie to laugh at her.
"Did you tell mom?" Maggie asked, feeling the anger boiling in her chest.
Had this happened the last run through? She had been so tied up in her
own life tab time, and so embroiled in her own problems...
"What, about the hug?" Elaine asked.
"Yeah."
"She said that I was wrong."
"Wait, wrong?" The choice of word struck Maggie as bizarre.
"Yeah, she said that Randall wasn't like that, and that I shouldn't be
acting like you." Elaine seemed calmer, but still slightly afraid.
"Me?"
"Well, I mean, flirting with Randall, then saying that you didn't."
Elaine was very quiet now.
There was a lot of meaning in that last statement. He was saying that
Elaine was flirting with him. Therefore, it was a lie.
"I'm gonna talk to mom," Maggie said, her anger turning into a calm
determination. "I've had it with that asshole."
"Don't, please!" Elaine grasped at Maggie's arm. "I don't want to get in
trouble again."
"You won't." Maggie moved forward, embracing her little sister in a tight
hug. "I'm not going to let him do it again."
It had happened before, she realized. She remembered that year, and how
when she returned from flunking out of college, how quiet Elaine had
been. She had stopped seeing her friends, and spent so much time in her
studies that it was scary. The vivacious fourteen year old had turned
into a neurotic, reclusive fifteen year old. Maggie had immediately gone
off to the military at seventeen, not staying to see what had happened,
but she recalled Elaine at twenty-one. Always quiet, waiting for Randall
to speak before she did. She had no boyfriend. She had no driver's
license. She went to the local community college, and did poorly.
She released her sister, and walked toward the kitchen, where Anne was
busily stirring something on the stove. Anne looked back at her daughter
as she entered, smiled, then turned back to the work.
"It's not going to be ready for a little while. If you want to help, I
still need to slice the bread," Anne commented over her shoulder.
Maggie looked at the counter, where a loaf of Italian bread still lay in
it's paper wrapper. Shrugging, she began to open it as she spoke.
"We need to talk about Randall." There was definite ice in her voice, and
she made no attempt to hide it.
"Ok, what about Randall?" Anne asked, taking in a deep breath and
exhaling it.
"Your husband is going to molest Elaine," Maggie stated flatly as she
slid the bread onto a cutting board.
Anne dropped the spoon, and spun around to look at her daughter.
"Excuse me, young lady. I do not think that you have any grounds to speak
about Randall." Anne's voice was very angry, and Maggie could see the
color rising in her face. "If Randall was going to molest Elaine, he
would never have broken his nose running away from YOU."
So, Randall HAD said something about the hot tub incident. A lie, of
course. Not saying anything about it to Anne had been a mistake. A bad
mistake. Maggie was momentarily too stunned to speak as Anne continued.
"I don't know what crazy things you're thinking, but it's obvious that
you are NOT adjusting to this situation as well as I thought you would
be. I thought you might be able to get into a Sorority, not blow it like
you did. I thought you might be able to find a boyfriend, and get some of
these ridiculous feelings for Randall to go away. I thought that. It
looks like I was wrong.? She paused for a deep breath, " It looks like
we're going to have to get you some help. Therapy, counseling, whatever.
Look at they way you're dressed! Look at your HAIR!" Anne's voice began
to get shriller, "And that NICKNAME. WITCH. I did not take you to Mass
every Sunday for this. My GOD, who do you think you are? Seriously
Maggie, WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?"
The pot on the stove began to boil over, as Anne glared at her daughter.
The color of her face was beet red, and her hands were clenched into
fists.
Maggie felt an odd sense of calm come over her. She stepped back from the
counter. Her hands came apart, and looked at her mother, waiting for
more.
"Finished?" Maggie asked, then without waiting for an answer, continued,
"I don't know who I am, mom, but I know I'm happy. I also know that your
husband is a liar. If he tries to lay a hand on Elaine again, I will stop
him."
Anne rushed at Maggie, grabbing her at the collar and pulling the fabric
into her fist. Her hand came up, smacking hard across Maggie's face. The
fist at Maggie's collar yanked hard at the fabric, and Anne began to roar
at her.
"LIAR?" Despite the rage Anne was showing, her voice seemed unsteady, as
if she was trying to convince herself as much as her daughter. "You were
the one who tried to seduce my husband. You're not even my DAUGHTER." The
venom in the last word struck Maggie hard, drawing a strong sting in her
stomach.
Maggie was bigger than Anne, but she resisted the urge to fight back,
merely letting Anne do what she wanted. She merely looked back at Anne
with a confident stare.
"Say SOMETHING!" Anne shouted, shaking the fabric in her fist. From
behind her, Maggie could hear the hissing of the water impacting on the
electric burner. "Say something, GODDAMMIT!" There were tears in Anne's
eyes, as she stared at the girl in front of her.
"Will you listen?" Maggie asked quietly.
The hand at Maggie's throat slackened, then dropped. Anne breathed
deeply, staring at her daughter. Quietly, she turned about, and turned
off the burner on the stove.
"Talk," Anne said quietly, her eyes staring at the rapidly diminishing
foam.
"I kicked Randall in the face, the day before rush," Maggie explained. "I
told you before that he was making me uncomfortable, and he was trying to
get close at the pool."
"But he wouldn't do that." Anne's voice was uncertain. "He said you
grabbed him, and his foot slipped on the wet tile when he jumped out of
the pool."
"No." Maggie looked at the back of Anne's head as she spoke, wishing that
Anne would look at her.
"But..." Anne's voice cut off. There was silence for a moment before she
continued. "I'm sorry, I thought... Oh God..." Anne's back shook gently.
"...why didn't you tell me?"
"Would you have listened?" Maggie asked.
"YES! YES! OH GOD, YES!" Anne spun around, racing towards her daughter
again. This time, she caught her in a tight embrace. "I would have
listened!" she sobbed softly against Maggie's shoulder, before she
continued. "No... No... I wouldn't have."
"That's why I didn't tell you," Maggie said, merely feeling the closeness
of her mother. How long had it been since she had been this close?
"When he punished... When he HIT Elaine, I thought it was just..." She
sighed, stepping away from Maggie. "It was borderline; I thought that was
as far as he would go."
"Mom," Maggie stated, calmly. "He won't stop."
The sound of the front door opening was audible in the silence of the
kitchen. It shut again quietly, and Maggie knew that Randall was home.
The anger that she had pushed away came back, as she heard the sound of
his footsteps along with a softer thump that must have been his cane,
moving towards the kitchen.
"Hey, Anne? Elaine left her damn magazine in the front room." Randall's
voice was annoyed, and the sound of a magazine being stuffed into a trash
can followed his statement. "She does it again, and I'm gonna toss every
single one of them."
Maggie said nothing, looking at the door. Anne's face was calm, as she
wiped the last vestiges of tears away.
"See that James is home," Randall stated, stepping into the kitchen. The
most noticeable thing was the brace on his left leg. The cane that he
leaned on was a deep brown wood with a wooden handle running
perpendicular to the main shaft. He said nothing further, merely opening
the refrigerator and getting a tumbler down from the shelf nearby.
"My name is Maggie," Maggie said softly, looking at Anne. Anne said
nothing, merely looking at Randall.
"I thought you didn't like that, James." Randall chuckled, pouring a
large helping of a bottle kept in the freezer into the tumbler, along
with a few cubes of ice.
"Things change." Maggie smiled with that comment.
"So, how was work?" Anne asked, changing the subject.
"Good," Randall responded. He took a deep swig of the drink.
"Good?" Anne asked, her voice taking on a skeptical tone.
"Good," he repeated, moving towards the front room. "I'm gonna go remind
Elaine to keep her shit in her room."
"No."
The word hung in the air. Randall stopped, turning and looking at Maggie
with an expression of annoyance.
"What?" Randall said, his hand lowering to lift the cane. His hand
grasped it about six inches from the top. He pointed the end of the cane
at Maggie as he took another sip of his drink. "You want to say that
again, James?"
Maggie looked directly at Randall. She was as tall as he was, and stood
her ground solidly. "I said no," she spoke again.
"And why not?" Randall took a step back into the kitchen. Leading with
his bad leg, Maggie noted, probably getting ready for a quick swing.
Anne looked nervous, and spoke quickly. "Look, Randall, maybe you should
just let it go."
"Are you talking back to me?" Randall asked, his voice taking on a hard
edge. "One semester of college and you think you know everything." He was
almost within an arms length now. He was getting ready for a swing.
"Don't try it." Maggie's eyes flicked to the hand that held the cane, and
back to Randall's face.
"Don't try WHAT?" Randall asked, edging closer.
"Don't, Randall." Anne's voice was quiet, but there was a sound to it
that bore a strong finality.
Randall's hand moved, and if Maggie had not been expecting the action,
she would have caught the handle of cane right across her face. His hand
moved through the empty space where Maggie jerked her head back. She
needed to take several steps back to regain her balance but was otherwise
unhurt.
Randall moved forward, his hand coming back for another swing. "C'mere,"
he growled.
"RANDALL, STOP IT." Anne's voice was harsh, as she grabbed at Randall's
opposite hand. The drink spilled across the floor as he yanked his hand
free.
The hand with the cane came around again, and Maggie knew she couldn't
dodge it. Her hand came up, trying to deflect the brunt of the impact.
The remainder of the force of the blow struck her on her cheek, causing a
sore twinge, which continued to pulse for a moment after the strike
landed.
Randall stopped at that point, looking at Maggie with an expression of
triumph. "You mind your own business," he said. Anne looked at Randall
with an expression of disgust.
"No," Maggie replied,
"You really are a slow learner," Randall snarled, his hand raising the
cane again.
"And you're an asshole," Maggie taunted.
The cane came around again, striking high, as she expected. She ducked
low, her foot lashing into Randall's leg brace. He howled with pain,
losing his balance and dropping to his good knee. Maggie scurried
backwards, rising back to her full height. Her fists came up, ready to
ward off the next attack.
"RANDALL. STOP," Anne shouted, rushing to his side. "Stop it, RIGHT NOW.
What are you doing?"
"Anne," Randall grunted, using the cane to raise himself back to his
feet. "She kicked me. She kicked me in my bad leg. I can barely work as
it is." He glowered at Maggie, then pointed at her with the hand that did
not hold the cane. "You are about to be a VERY sorry little girl, James.
C'mere."
Anne shook her head, looking directly at Randall.
"I said stop it," she stated. "I told you to STOP." The color that Maggie
had seen in their earlier argument was coming back, and directed at
Randall.
"She can't hit me," Randall snarled. "She CAN'T hit me."
"You really want to go for three?" Maggie asked, knowing that she was
getting a bit cocky, and not really caring.
Suddenly, Randall moved, faster than Maggie expected. Before she knew it,
Randall had pushed her back against the wall, slamming her hard against
it. The impact stunned her for a moment, and she all she could do was
watch as the cane came up, striking her a hard blow across the cheek.
"You think you're so tough?" Randall snarled into her face, pulling the
cane back for another strike. "You still think so, James?"
Reflexively, Maggie brought her knee up, smashing as hard as she could
directly into Randall's crotch. His eyes bulged, mouth opening, but no
sound coming forth. His grip on her body slackened, and she shoved
against him, pushing him back a step. Her leg came up, striking him in
the brace once again, this time with as much force as she could put
behind the kick.
The knee buckled. This time Randall did make a sound, a wail like a
wounded seal. The anger still burning in her veins, Maggie pulled her
hand back, forming it into a tight fist. She put every ounce of hatred
that she held behind the punch that she drove into Randall's nose.
Randall, off balance already, fell backwards, his head smashing into the
floor. He lay there, moaning softly, as Maggie looked down at him. She
breathed heavily, the adrenaline burning though her. Her mother stood
there, looking down at Randall with an expression of horror.
Maggie reached up to rub at her cheek. There was a feeling of burning on
it, and she knew that she'd have a nasty bruise there in the morning. She
exhaled a long ragged breath, stepping around the supine man on the
floor, and walked out of the kitchen. She slowly moved through her house
to her room, closing the door softly after herself. She walked to her
desk, sat in the chair, and listened.
For a long while, there was nothing. Then voices. Quiet, then louder and
louder. A scream of "GET OUT" loud and in her mother's voice. Then more
shouting. A slamming door. In the distance, an engine revving. Then
Nothing.
A few moments later, there was a knock, quiet but insistent at her door.
She opened it, to the tearful face of her mother. Anne merely looked at
Maggie for a moment, her eyes full of apology. Maggie said nothing,
merely holding out her arms to her mother. They hugged, quietly, simply
feeling the closeness of family.
"He's gone. He'll be back to pick up his stuff, but that's it," Anne said
quietly. "I wanted it to work. I just... I never thought that he
would..."
Maggie nodded, her hands patting her mother on the back.
They stayed that way for a moment longer, before Anne moved back, closing
the door after her. The next thing that she knew, Maggie could feel the
tears welling in her eyes, spilling out over her cheeks. She sat in her
chair, leaning her head against the table. Her tears flowed out, her body
shaking with deep, shuddering sobs. It was over. If nothing else
worthwhile happened in her life, she had given her little sister and her
mother a chance.
A chance to do things right.
Mila
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