Tuesday Tales and Fasten Your Seat Belts
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales.
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“I
want to know about Lola.”
Immediately
my back teeth gritted into stress mode. How would I talk about my lover- her
mother- with my sister? Somehow, the connection made me feel dirty.
“Okay,
I see that look on your face. Honestly, are you telling me you’ve never heard
of a mother and daughter having sex with the same guy?”
What
the fuck? “Holy shit, Sharlyn, where are you going with this?”
“Stop
it, dammit, I’m just saying, I’ve heard before where one of them find a guy and
sleeps with him. At some point later, the other one sleeps with him. That kind
of thing, I’m not talking a tawdry threesome.”
I would give her the benefit of the doubt and play along. “Maybe
I’ve heard of this kind of crap.”
“I
want to get to know her, Lola, the woman who gave birth to me. Dear old dad
kicked the bucket, totally fine with me. But, I do want to understand more
about her. She wasn’t the bad guy, she was a screwed up teenager who actually
did the right thing. Can you see that?”
Did
I know her well enough to unleash the sibling anger? Emotions processed within
me faster than I could acknowledge them. “You don’t have the same history I
have with Lola Fontaine.”
Apparently,
she was ready for an argument. “Look, don’t get pissy with me. I know your
predicament.”
“Predicament?
Interesting way to put it. It’s just my heart ripped out of my chest and
stomped on.” Good fucking grief, what was I – twelve?
“Chill
bro, easy, simmer down.”
Bro?
Did she just call me brother? “Don’t tell me what to do, sis.” The word, bro,
fastened to me like hot tar, yet oddly less painful.
“How’d
that feel?”
What
the hell was she talking about? “You lost me. I got smeared in hot tar, and I'm waiting on the feathers.”
“I
liked saying bro out loud. It’s our first official brother sister fight.”
Damn,
she was right. “I like having you as a sis.” She could ruin this. “Please for
the love of God, don’t say it’s because you’re like your mother. It’s so fucked
up, it’s intriguing.”
“What’s
that kids show? Uncle Grandpa or something along those lines?”
“Are
you jamdamned serious?”
“What
the hells a jamdamned?”
I
brought Lola full well into this discussion, she wasn’t going anywhere. Like
the atmosphere, Lola infused herself into almost every fucking part of my life.
Next thing, she’d seep into my pores osmosis style. “It’s something Lola says a
lot.”
“See!
These are the things I want to know.”
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