relationship didn't obligate me. I'll admit I might have been a little crabby on the subject, but I couldn't help myself. I'm thirty-five years old and my orphanhood suits me. Besides, when you're "adopted" at my age, how do you know they won't become disillusioned and reject you again?
I picked up the phone and dialed Tasha's number before I had time to work myself into a snit. She answered and I identified myself.
"Thanks for calling so promptly. How are you?" she said.
"I'm fine," I said, desperately trying to figure out what she wanted from me. I'd never met her, but during our previous phone conversation, she'd told me she was an estate attorney, handling wills and probate. Did she need a private detective? Was she hoping to advise me about living trusts?
"Listen, dear. The reason I'm calling is we're hoping we can talk you into driving up to Lompoc to have Thanksgiving with us. The whole family's going to be here and we thought it'd be a nice time to get acquainted."
I felt my heart sink. I had zero interest in the family gathering, but I decided to be polite. I injected my voice with a phony touch of regret. "Oh, gee, thanks, Tasha, but I'm tied up. Some good friends are getting married that day and I'm a bridesmaid."
"On Thanksgiving? Well, that seems peculiar."
"It was the only time they could work out," I said, thinking ha ha tee hee.
"What about Friday or Saturday of that weekend?" she said.
"Ah." My mind went blank. "Mmm ... I think I'm busy, but I could check," I said. I'm an excellent liar in professional matters. On the personal side I'm as lame as everybody else. I reached for my calendar, knowing it was blank. For a split second I toyed with the possibility of saying "yes," but a primitive howl of protest welled up from my gut. "Oh, gee. Nope, I'm tied up."
"Kinsey, I can sense your reluctance, and I have to tell you how sorry we all are. Whatever the quarrel between your mother and Grand had nothing to do with you. We're hoping to make up for it, if you'll let us."
I felt my eyes roll upward. Much as I'd hoped to avoid it, I was going to have to take this on. "Tasha, that's sweet and I appreciate your saying that, but this is not going to work. I don't know what else to tell you. I'm very uncomfortable with the idea of coming up there, especially on a holiday."
"Oh, really? Why is that?"
"I don't know why. I have no experience with family, so it's not anything I miss. That's just the way it is."
"Don't you want to meet the other cousins?"
"Uh, Tasha, I hope this doesn't sound rude, but we've done all right without each other so far."
"How do you know you wouldn't like us?"
"I probably would," I said. "That isn't the issue."
"Then what is?"
"For one thing, I'm not into groups and I'm not all that crazy about being pushed," I said.
There was a silence. "Does this have something to do with Aunt Gin?" she asked.
"Aunt Gin? Not at all. What makes you ask?"
"We've heard she was eccentric. I guess I'm assuming she turned you against us in some way."
"How could she do that? She never even mentioned you."
"Don't you think that was odd?"
"Of course it's odd. Look, Aunt Gin was big on theory, but she didn't seem to favor a lot of human contact. This is not a complaint. She taught me a lot, and many lessons I valued, but I'm not like other people. Frankly, at this point, I prefer my independence."
"That's bullshit. I don't believe you. We'd all like to think we're independent, but no one lives in isolation. This is family. You can't repudiate kinship. It's a fact of life. You're one of us whether you like it or not."
"Tasha, let's just put it out there as long as we're at it. There aren't going to be any warm, gooey family scenes. It's not in the cards. We're not going to gather around the piano for any old-fashioned sing-alongs."
"That's not what we're like. We don't do things that way."
"I'm not talking about you. I'm trying to tell you about me."
"Don't you want anything from us?"
"Like
I picked up the phone and dialed Tasha's number before I had time to work myself into a snit. She answered and I identified myself.
"Thanks for calling so promptly. How are you?" she said.
"I'm fine," I said, desperately trying to figure out what she wanted from me. I'd never met her, but during our previous phone conversation, she'd told me she was an estate attorney, handling wills and probate. Did she need a private detective? Was she hoping to advise me about living trusts?
"Listen, dear. The reason I'm calling is we're hoping we can talk you into driving up to Lompoc to have Thanksgiving with us. The whole family's going to be here and we thought it'd be a nice time to get acquainted."
I felt my heart sink. I had zero interest in the family gathering, but I decided to be polite. I injected my voice with a phony touch of regret. "Oh, gee, thanks, Tasha, but I'm tied up. Some good friends are getting married that day and I'm a bridesmaid."
"On Thanksgiving? Well, that seems peculiar."
"It was the only time they could work out," I said, thinking ha ha tee hee.
"What about Friday or Saturday of that weekend?" she said.
"Ah." My mind went blank. "Mmm ... I think I'm busy, but I could check," I said. I'm an excellent liar in professional matters. On the personal side I'm as lame as everybody else. I reached for my calendar, knowing it was blank. For a split second I toyed with the possibility of saying "yes," but a primitive howl of protest welled up from my gut. "Oh, gee. Nope, I'm tied up."
"Kinsey, I can sense your reluctance, and I have to tell you how sorry we all are. Whatever the quarrel between your mother and Grand had nothing to do with you. We're hoping to make up for it, if you'll let us."
I felt my eyes roll upward. Much as I'd hoped to avoid it, I was going to have to take this on. "Tasha, that's sweet and I appreciate your saying that, but this is not going to work. I don't know what else to tell you. I'm very uncomfortable with the idea of coming up there, especially on a holiday."
"Oh, really? Why is that?"
"I don't know why. I have no experience with family, so it's not anything I miss. That's just the way it is."
"Don't you want to meet the other cousins?"
"Uh, Tasha, I hope this doesn't sound rude, but we've done all right without each other so far."
"How do you know you wouldn't like us?"
"I probably would," I said. "That isn't the issue."
"Then what is?"
"For one thing, I'm not into groups and I'm not all that crazy about being pushed," I said.
There was a silence. "Does this have something to do with Aunt Gin?" she asked.
"Aunt Gin? Not at all. What makes you ask?"
"We've heard she was eccentric. I guess I'm assuming she turned you against us in some way."
"How could she do that? She never even mentioned you."
"Don't you think that was odd?"
"Of course it's odd. Look, Aunt Gin was big on theory, but she didn't seem to favor a lot of human contact. This is not a complaint. She taught me a lot, and many lessons I valued, but I'm not like other people. Frankly, at this point, I prefer my independence."
"That's bullshit. I don't believe you. We'd all like to think we're independent, but no one lives in isolation. This is family. You can't repudiate kinship. It's a fact of life. You're one of us whether you like it or not."
"Tasha, let's just put it out there as long as we're at it. There aren't going to be any warm, gooey family scenes. It's not in the cards. We're not going to gather around the piano for any old-fashioned sing-alongs."
"That's not what we're like. We don't do things that way."
"I'm not talking about you. I'm trying to tell you about me."
"Don't you want anything from us?"
"Like
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