Monday, July 25, 2011

Chapter 72: New plans


“I need a hug real bad,” Victor said when Violet opened the door to him. To his amazement she walked into his arms and wrapped her own around his middle. He held her close and for several minutes they just stood there. 

“It stinks,” she mumbled into his chest.

“I know. You do your best as parents,” he said. “You hope your kids grow to be loving, kind, trustworthy, intelligent and also self-reliant and independent. You hope they’ll make good choices in life and they repay you by…”

“By growing up and not needing you anymore,” she finished for him.

Monday, July 18, 2011

Ch 71: Great opportunities and lonely summers


“Hey, Dad,” a familiar voice came through the phone.

“Ronnie! Hey, how are you?” Victor said, as he turned to the clock on his nightstand. Kind of early for a phone call. What, he wondered, could be wrong?

“I’m good. How are you?” Ronnie said.

“Good. What’s up? You’re coming home soon, right?” Victor said. There was a pause and a bad feeling settled in the pit of his stomach.

Monday, July 11, 2011

Ch70: Sad stories


 Violet snatched her eyes away from Victor just in time to see two and a half year old Carmencita putting the plastic trowel to her mouth. 

She gasped and pulled it away saying, “No, Carmencita. That’s yucky.”

Her sister, Maria, who was busy filling pots with soil, laughed. “She don’t understand you. She only knows Spanish,” she said.

“Oh, well, then, um…no hagas eso. Es malo,” Violet said, wrinkling her nose at the baby and shaking her head to show displeasure. The baby smiled and put the trowel down.

Maria gaped. “Wow, you speak Spanish!”

Monday, July 4, 2011

Chapter 69: The Littlest Angels

“Oh, my God,” Violet mumbled, a pack of seeds in one hand and a trowel in the other.

“My, he does look rather God-like, doesn’t he?” Flora Trenton said as they both watched Victor approach and start talking with Walter Bettencort. He was dressed most unlike his usual manner. He wore snug jeans and a cambric shirt. There was no telling the difference between him and the Marlboro man, except his lack of a cigarette, a horse and a cowboy hat.