The Partial Road Chapter Five
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- Continued from Chapter Four.
I hadn't noticed until just then that my knees were bleeding. I hadn't moved at all from the position I initially collapsed into. The fact that my new slacks were black also helped. But against the white of the tub and the white of the shiny tiles two red puddles are hard to miss.
They reminded me of the old house. The way the sidewalk in front was, whenever it rained, I had to just about tightrope walk on the raised part between the two puddles. The roots of a tree with a tire hanging from it was beneath it all.
The City of Orange eventually sent men out with hard-hats and orange florescent vests. They must have spent three days just looking at the tree. Then on the fourth day, they took turns planting their steel toe boots on the old tire while they each smoked. I liked that the left puddle always had twice as many cigarette butts in it than the right. No matter how many days went by, no matter how many packs were smoked, the left always had twice what the right had.
They were trying to uproot the tree by leaning against it
One day, on my way back from school, Mom was standing out in front of the old house. The men were still there. Holding back a smile, she ran up to me as soon as she saw me come around the corner. She picked me up in front of the big yellow sign that had been there since day one of the tree staredown competition. Behind the sign were the men. They were trying to uproot the tree by leaning against it.
The sign read: "Slow Men Working."
I love my Mom. Loved.
Mom was always pointing out the ironies of life. Once when she took me to the dentist who was on the second floor of his two story building. We normally take the stairs but she took me into the elevator. She had that holding back of smile gleem in her eyes. I knew I was looking for something Ironic. She asks me to push to button to Dr. Levenworth's floor. We both smiled. We were both thinking to each other, "There's only one other floor. Isn't the second button kinna silly?"
There was a comedian she loved. While doing dishes, she'd watch his show on the little tiny black and white tv next to the toaster. She called me over to see a part she liked. It was a rerun. "So why do we drive on 'park ways' and park on 'driveways?'"
Instead, she introduced me to a man with a German Shephard
Another day, Mom caught me three blocks from the house walking back from school. She walked this way to the store. She didn't have any bags in her hands. Instead, she introduced me to a man with a German Shephard. He was Asian. His name was Mr. Rhee.
I looked into Mom's eyes wondering why she was introducing me to this stranger. As far a I was concerned, if you didn't live within, "Dinner's ready!" screaming distance, you weren't a neighbor. But there it was. Mom was holding back her entrancing smile again.
"Charles, This is Mr. Rhee," she said.
"Mr. Rhee is training his dog Cinderella in English. Watch," Mom said ready to burst with happiness.
You could tell Mr. Rhee was proud of having trained Cinderella. He was excited to show me what she could do. He was excited to show me how obedient she was. He commanded, "Shin-dah-lellah, SHIT! SHIT Shindalellah!"
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