The Anniversary
June 3rd 2008 20:57
The Anniversary
"Hell of a way to spend an Anniversary," Sarina moaned.
"You wouldn't have thought it," Lucia added.
"I dreamt of him last night,"
"Really," Lucia's skepticism shone through. "And tell me, did he tell you what a great job you're doing and did you smell the chamomile tea and rosemary that he had in his pocket and – "
Sarina glared at her younger sister, shocked at the bitterness in her voice. "What are you talking about?"
"Our little sis carries on and on about how she dreams of him too, and smells him."
"I did dream of him. He was helping me take my shopping out of my car – "
"You don't own a car,"
"- a car. Are you listening or not?"
"Why not, heaven only knows how long we'll be here anyway. Go on, you dreamt he was helping you take shopping out of a car,"
"Whenever do you remember him helping? No, he was standing there whilst I was taking shopping out of a car and he startled me and I almost dropped my shopping," Sarina corrected, quickly becoming impatient at her sister's dismissal of her dream.
"You sure startle easy,"
Again, Sarina glared at her, but continued. "I was so happy to see him, I hugged him and then all I could do was laugh at the joke that he pulled and told him we'd have to find a way to tell mum the truth,"
Lucia coughed. "You know he loved the way I fixed my bedroom."
"Since when?"
"Since forever," Lucia declared with conviction. "After I, myself, renovated it, he would sneak in there and I could tell, when I saw him go in once, that it moved him so much he used the wall of the hallway to stop himself from falling over."
"I bet he did," Sarina criticized.
"What makes you think your dream is any more important than my reality?"
"You really want me to tell you,"
Lucia did everything in her power to stop herself yelling back, but it still came out loud. "Yeah, tell me,"
"Let's drop it. We're here for a reason and its not to start bickering again."
"Yeah, we are here for a reason, but I want you to tell me, and oh, please don't think you have to hold anything back," now her voice was raised.
"He loved your room because that's where he hid the alcohol and him staggering out of your room, that kinda meant he only came out when he was sloshed."
Lucia visibly paled.
And Sarina immediately regretted every word she said. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to say it like that,"
"She's had it," a voice rang out behind them.
Lucia and Sarina turned to see their mother rushing towards them, a smile beaming from ear to ear, "Little Francesco, she's calling him, a namesake, since he's arrived on the very anniversary of your father's death"
"So much for my dream," Sarina muttered under her breath,
"So much for my hideout," Lucia muttered
And both sisters broke into uproarious laughter, hugging themselves and their mother. "Go, go see your sister," she prodded them,
And their mother heard as they walked down the maternity hospital's dimly lit hallway, "I'm gonna ask if she planned all this,"
"Yeah, little bitch probably worked it out with the doctors. What makes her think she was more important?"
And a beaming mother merely clasped her hands before her in a silent prayer to her departed husband. "Thank you. I know you planned this for me."
[ Text and original characters copyright © 2008 by Teresa Strati ]
"Hell of a way to spend an Anniversary," Sarina moaned.
"You wouldn't have thought it," Lucia added.
"I dreamt of him last night,"
"Really," Lucia's skepticism shone through. "And tell me, did he tell you what a great job you're doing and did you smell the chamomile tea and rosemary that he had in his pocket and – "
Sarina glared at her younger sister, shocked at the bitterness in her voice. "What are you talking about?"
"Our little sis carries on and on about how she dreams of him too, and smells him."
"I did dream of him. He was helping me take my shopping out of my car – "
"You don't own a car,"
"- a car. Are you listening or not?"
"Why not, heaven only knows how long we'll be here anyway. Go on, you dreamt he was helping you take shopping out of a car,"
"Whenever do you remember him helping? No, he was standing there whilst I was taking shopping out of a car and he startled me and I almost dropped my shopping," Sarina corrected, quickly becoming impatient at her sister's dismissal of her dream.
"You sure startle easy,"
Again, Sarina glared at her, but continued. "I was so happy to see him, I hugged him and then all I could do was laugh at the joke that he pulled and told him we'd have to find a way to tell mum the truth,"
Lucia coughed. "You know he loved the way I fixed my bedroom."
"Since when?"
"Since forever," Lucia declared with conviction. "After I, myself, renovated it, he would sneak in there and I could tell, when I saw him go in once, that it moved him so much he used the wall of the hallway to stop himself from falling over."
"I bet he did," Sarina criticized.
"What makes you think your dream is any more important than my reality?"
"You really want me to tell you,"
Lucia did everything in her power to stop herself yelling back, but it still came out loud. "Yeah, tell me,"
"Let's drop it. We're here for a reason and its not to start bickering again."
"Yeah, we are here for a reason, but I want you to tell me, and oh, please don't think you have to hold anything back," now her voice was raised.
"He loved your room because that's where he hid the alcohol and him staggering out of your room, that kinda meant he only came out when he was sloshed."
Lucia visibly paled.
And Sarina immediately regretted every word she said. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to say it like that,"
"She's had it," a voice rang out behind them.
Lucia and Sarina turned to see their mother rushing towards them, a smile beaming from ear to ear, "Little Francesco, she's calling him, a namesake, since he's arrived on the very anniversary of your father's death"
"So much for my dream," Sarina muttered under her breath,
"So much for my hideout," Lucia muttered
And both sisters broke into uproarious laughter, hugging themselves and their mother. "Go, go see your sister," she prodded them,
And their mother heard as they walked down the maternity hospital's dimly lit hallway, "I'm gonna ask if she planned all this,"
"Yeah, little bitch probably worked it out with the doctors. What makes her think she was more important?"
And a beaming mother merely clasped her hands before her in a silent prayer to her departed husband. "Thank you. I know you planned this for me."
[ Text and original characters copyright © 2008 by Teresa Strati ]
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