The Partial Road Chapter Six
Continued from http://bioprin.posterous.com/the-partial-road-chapter-five
"The Partial Road" is produced by http://jbni.us -- the producer of 33+ extraordinarily effective "naturaceutical" formulas that you can try for FREE at http://jbni.us/naturaceuticals
I heard a knock at the door. I was surprised that I could hear anything at all over the sound of the water. It was Mrs. Griffin. She always had a psychic connection with me.
"Charles," she never called me 'Charlie.'
Hun, there's more wine in the cellar. You'll find your way
"Is everything ok in there?" She continued.
"Oh, what a stupid thing to ask. I'm sorry," She continued to dialogue with herself.
"How could everything possibly be ok. You've had the hardest two years any boy should have to deal with," I heard her say through the door.
Honey, I wasn't attacking you
"If it helps any little bit at all, I want you to know that your Dad and Deborah didn't split up because of you. You did nothing wrong."
That last part hit a chord with me. No. It didn't. It more took the strings that would have made a harmonic chord and raped them. Mrs. Griffin had always been a little off. She was always extremely hospitable to us as a family but it wasn't until just now that she called Mom Deborah. She always called her Debbie.
When we came over to the house the first time, it was for her husband's wake. Even then, she had a way of being hospitable and warm while saying things that just sat kinda funny. Mom and I both thought it was odd that she'd call Dad, "Jonathan," but she called Mom, "hun." She was a young widow.
It was, "Hun, there's more wine in the cellar. You'll find your way."
It was also, "Hun, if you get tired, you can retire to the guest room upstairs."
But it was, "Jonathan, would you like another slice of the pot roast? Will you help me get it out of the oven. It's in a new and far too heavy cassarole."
I had a game I played with myself. I'd count the number of times
And it was, "Jonathan, I've been meaning to change that light bulb for the longest time. Since you're here, will you hold the chair steady for me?"
That reminds me of when Mom and Dad fought over a chair. It was actually over many of them.
"Honey, I want you to actually pull out the chair for me tonight. Like you used to," Mom said.
"Deb, stop being silly. You're perfectly capable of getting the damn chair," Dad said.
"Honey, I wasn't attacking you. I just wanted you pull out the chair for me, to do what you used to."
"What, you don't like the way I am now? Is that it? Why don't you tell me what else you'd like me to change about me. Infact why don't you create a list and post it on the fridge like that other list that circles in red all the groceries I forgot to get!"
"Honey, Dear, I only circled the missing stuff so you would remember!" Mom's eyes started filling with tears. Her arms crossed.
"Deborah, I'm not a 2nd grader! You don't circle things in red like Charlie's teachers do for Charlie!"
Will you please tell him to just care for me like he used to
I had a game I played with myself. I'd count the number of times the hot potato would get hurled back and forth before I was yanked into the conversation.
"Charlie," Mom started crouching down a bit, "Does my circling things for Dad look like when Mrs. Paolo corrects your homework?"
"How could it not! Charles, can you see how your Mom keeps treating me like a little kid? Do you see it?" Dad asked me.
"Charlie, you don't have to answer that," Mom said crying. "Charlie, do you see how insensitive your Father is? Will you please tell him to just care for me like he used to? Just once would be enough. Just once more."
