Taking a page from Dr. Franz Mesmer’s book, Simon had been making inane conversation while driving, purposely droning on in a low, slow and excessively boring voice so that after a minute or so even the Energizer Bunny would have been comatose, which was precisely the objective. Not that anyone would confuse that annoying mechanical rodent for Simon’s sleepy passenger, but Cassandra--try as she might to stay awake for him and insisting that her severe headache would never allow her to--fell fast asleep before they went two blocks and hit the highway where it was smooth going and nothing short of a tornado could disturb her sleep.
Monday, May 22, 2017
Monday, May 15, 2017
“What the hell,” Sophie said, watching in stunned annoyance as her mother and her supposed grandmother walked passed, completely ignoring her.
Ronnie, who had been watching from afar, stepped in and stopped Sophie from following them. “Sophie, cut your mom some slack, okay?” he said. “Violet’s been waiting for this moment for a very long time. She was the only one that still had faith that one day her mother would be normal again.”
“How do you know anything about it?” Sophie snapped.
Monday, May 8, 2017
Harmony Norton had never led anything other than an average, ordinary life. She was born into an average, ordinary family, with average, ordinary parents. She lived in an average, ordinary town, and had average, ordinary friends with whom she played average, ordinary games. She was an average, ordinary child and grew to be an average, ordinary teenager. She was even average and ordinary when she fell in love and married Jared Norton, a seemingly average, ordinary person himself.
Little did she know that this average, ordinary pairing with Jared would be the spark that set her life ablaze, eventually torching her average, ordinary life beyond recognition so that for nearly three decades she lay trapped in the ruins of it and left behind, to be so alone, so miserable and seemingly abandoned by nearly everyone she loved.
Monday, May 1, 2017
“Cassandra, this doesn’t change anything,” Frankie said. “We’re still the same family we’ve always been. We just have different titles now. Okay, I’m you’re father not your brother and Pops is your grandfather…doesn’t really change much at all, cuz we all love you very much... just the same as always.”
“With that kinda love I could sure use some indifference,” she mumbled, grabbing several tissues and wiping away the wetness on her cheeks.
“What?” he said, not having heard her.
“Nothing. You can go now,” she said, waspishly.
“Cassandra, come on. It’s Christmas, time for family. Go wash your face and come eat with us. You’ll feel better.”
“I’m not going down to face a room full of liars and pretend that everything is fine when it’s so not fine. Nothing will ever be fine again,” she said with a loud, unladylike blowing of her nose.
“Enough of this. Stop acting like a baby!” he said. “If it wasn’t for us you’d be in foster care... or much worse. You wouldn’t even be here. Donna’s parents wanted her to get an abortion and when she refused they made her give you up for adoption even though she didn’t want to.”