You need to get yourself two more kids and a husband-so you’ll be just like me! Of course, if you couldn’t find a man before, having a squalling infant with a loaded diaper connected to your hip isn’t going to help much. GAIL: Do you have any advice for me, Judy? Since you always do everything perfectly, and I just struggle through life without a plan? MOM: So, tell me the important stuff! Is it a boy or a girl? GAIL: Oh Judy, I’m finally holding my own baby in my arms! I do that sometimes to keep my mind off reality. A healthy boy.”Ī chill ran down my back, and I turned away from them, imagining in my head the conversation between Mom and Aunt Gail. “Of course it is,” Mom said, trying clumsily to plaster over her mistake. At least he was making an effort to understand. Goddamn it, hadn’t she learned anything from me?
I dropped the lights I was holding and glared at her. I was separating forty strands of lights into two piles-white and multicolored-when Mom came flying through the screen door, her eyes all watery and glistening. But then his eyes met mine and his smile faded a little, as if he’d just remembered something important. “I’m sure she’ll let you babysit sometime,” Dad said, grinning. “Sounds like Gail had the baby,” he said. I was in the garage, as always on the day after Thanksgiving, dragging out carton after carton of Christmas crap, helping Dad turn our house into a local tourist attraction and us, once again, into the laughingstock of Buxton, Massachusetts.ĭad handed me down another box from the highest shelf. I could hear Mom on the phone in the kitchen gleefully shrieking to her younger sister, my aunt Gail.
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