Mary's
POV
My mother spends an entire evening preparing a feast. She
always cooks for an army. She rolls out a sheet of dough
with her small fingers. She cooks everying from scratch and
even insists on making her own pie crusts. "I'm
making cherry pie. It used to be one of your
favorites." My mom whispers. It was one of
dad's favorites too. "You're father
would've been so proud of you." She says. Her eyes
grow heavy with tears. He hated me, mom. And I
don't miss him nearly as much as you do. She wipes
the remainder of the tears on her sleeve. "I won't
upset you by talking about your father but I wanted to let
you know that I'm proud of you too. And, James seems
like a really special guy and he likes you, Mary." She
says. Her words almost make me laugh. Almsot. Guys like
James are not interested in girls like me. The
doorbell rings and my thoughts are instantly
forgotten. "Could you get the doorbell,
honey?" My mom asks. I slowly walk to the front door.
Minutes tick as I stare at the door knob. My body is frozen
in place and I'm unable to move. Time seems to spin
faster and faster. With shaking fingers. I yank the door
open. I feel a stab of disappointment when I see my
brother, Thomas, standing in the door way. Thomas
doesn't look my way. His lips frown in disapproval and
he says, "You really shouldn't open the door for
guests." It's nice to see you too,
brother. His eyes are empty and distant. He won't
look at me. He hasn't looked at me in years. He walks
into the house and a young woman follows him inside. The
young woman seems afraid of my presence and I can only
imagine the horror stories my brother has told her about
me. I'm sure he's told her his own version of the
truth. I walk into the kitchen and and take a seat at the
end of the table. "I think she should be upstairs when
we have other guests in the house. People will not
understand her...condition." He warns with an unsteady
voice. "Thomas, I want all of my children together. If
you are uncomfortable in my home, then feel free to take
your guest and leave!" My mother says. Her voice has a
sharp edge and she is clearly not in the mood for a
conflict. The edge in her voice surprises Thomas and he
quickly steps down. He knows better then to challenge my
mother. "I'm sorry, I was just worried for
her." He says. When have you ever cared for me,
Thomas? You weren't worried about me. You were worried
about what your girlfriend would think. "Well
mother, this is Hailey, my fiance." He says. The word
fiance rolls off his tongue. My mother stop brething, but
she quickly recovers.
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swaggamuffin · 1 decade ago
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cant wait to read more