Family
Doris
never smoked, she was never interested, and when her pals in school started,
she refused to smoke.
“I used to tell em it
wasn’t cool jest cuz some bozos ina movie wuz doing it.” She once told me.
Her dad owned a
hardware store, and her family was pretty happy I guess. No one ever noticed, but every Sunday her father took off, and
disappeared for the whole day. He was a good provider, and they never had a
need for anything. He was there physically, morally, emotionally, everyway you
could think of, for six days a week. On Sundays though, he left early in the
morning, and came back after supper. During the week after dinner, rather than
spend time zoned into the boob tube, he read the bible. But, on Sundays he was
no where to be found, and her mom was cool with it. Since she was cool with it,
so was every one else, and nobody ever said anything.
One day I noticed
that his wife was very friendly towards everybody, but her own husband. They
were quite polite, respectful, and formal towards one another. But they spoke to one another in the third person, even in front
of company. She said whatever she wanted, especially in front of him, and said
what she needed to say to him through her kids. At dinner I noticed that she
would say,
“Doris
ask ya fada if he wants some soup; salad, tatas, meat or pie,” She never asked
him directly. One day after dinner, I asked Doris.
“Hey, it ain’t none
of my bidness, and if you don’t want to say nuting I can dig it, but wat’s witcha mom an pops?”
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