When Fenelon Falls. Dorothy Ellen Palmer
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So that first Saturday night, MC got her way and BS got hand cramps. But win by emotional blackmail and no one wants to give you anything else. MC should have listened to herself: he’s the slave of all slaves who serves none but himself. When you cannot give, you’ll little get. Penny wise and pound foolish. Deny your child and she ceases to be your child. So Queen MC got her pink-trimmed castle, her royal purple petunias, a gangplank dock, a chuck-you-Farley-March deck and got left royally alone. She presided over mosquitoes, snappers, skunks and an inquisitive gaze of raccoons. Yes, that’s exactly what you call a bunch of OB’s little caged friends.
But MC did give us something else, a gift she never intended. As the minister-grandpa I never met might have put it: ‘The last shall be first.’ Unlike Marches One to Six, veiled by sacred cedars and rose hedges no one but a sky pilot would call a bush, we had eyes. We could gaze out. If you stared past the garbage and breathed past the smell, Almost had the very best of sunsets. Bannocks are better than no bread. Our little finger of a dock got washed at each day’s end by the rosiest light of all. When Jordan sat there – well, you remember.
HAZEL #21
She’s such a liar. She’s done it all her life, just for the attention. Needs to get everyone around her cooing, ‘Oh Hazel, you poor hard-done-by-brave little thing!’ Well, this time she’s gone too far. If I have to pick between my sister and my Kevin, it’s no contest. When that lying smut came out of her mouth, I reached for my rifle, said I’d be out hunting rabbit. Said by the time I got back, she’d better have a better story and she’d better have made Mumsie believe it. Because I knew. Spat it right in her face, said I knew how she really paid for that fancy-dancy apartment in the city. Said if she didn’t know which ‘fancy man’ it was that had got her in the family way, if she didn’t even know his name, well, that was just too damn bad! She could flip the bloody phonebook, for all I cared. My rifle pointed itself in her direction. ‘But if you ever say anything so filthy about my Kevin again, I’ll be hunting you.’ She didn’t even look up. She hunched on the parlour couch, hand at her throat, clutching her version of the matching lockets Daddy gave us. She was still there when I came in, jabbing a needle into the ripped seam of an old doll’s dress. Eyes blank as a cow, mending yellow silk with red cotton. Like there was nothing wrong with that. Like nothing had happened, certainly nothing that could make one sister hate another. Every rabbit I shot at looked like her belly.
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