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run-of-the-mill Perv. “You’re
serious, right?” she had asked, incredulous.
    “ Wha?” was all
Freddie cold manage.
    “ Whatever,”
uttered my sister, spun on her heel and walked out the door to
stand overlooking the jungle that was the front yard.
    I shook my head,
a half-smile growing upon my face. Even at fifteen, Valerie could
put a man in his place in the span of a few seconds.
    “ So, Pillar,
would you like to see the rest of the house?” asked
Jessie.
    My
m om nodded, her eyes sparkling
like they did when she was enthused over something.
    “ Why don’t we
start with the second floor and then the attic,” he began, his arm
indicating the way.
    It was obvious
to me he didn’t want us seeing the any of the desolation left
behind by Freddie.
    “ Then,” he went
on, “we can take a gander at the backyard and the back house.” He
smiled. “After that we can hit the various toolsheds and the
basement. Sound good?”
    “ Lead away,
Jess,” answered my mother, her handbag clutched at her stomach, her
head like the red orb of a Cylon, forever swaying this way, then
that.
    Within the hour,
my mother was on the phone with my father. He had liked, more than
anything else, the idea that one day the house would make him a ton
of money. But, that was typical of the man. Money was something he
understood thoroughly. People, his wife, his own children… well,
that was something else entirely.
    An hour later,
after two large pizzas and a 2-liter bottle of coke had arrived and
were devoured, my mom was signing the initial paperwork in order to
purchase the house and everything in it.
    I was happy my
mother was happy. She deserved it. Only Valerie was completely
put-off over living at 1052 Lincoln Drive, but she’d always been a
little mule-headed.
    When all the
“i’s” had been dotted and all the “t’s” crossed Freddie told Jessie
he had to be out of the house within a week. We all sort of felt
bad for him, because he had looked flabbergasted. As if he hadn’t
considered what us buying the place meant for him.
    He had stalked
off incensed, muttering under his breath something about not
wanting to have to move back in with his skank of a mom. I hadn’t
heard much more. By then, he was already in the master bedroom,
most likely rummaging through his meager belongings.
     
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Chapter Two: Moving
In
     
    Back in those
days escrow wasn’t some wham-bam, cooking-up of paperwork in a
matter of fifteen days as it became the norm during the end of the
first decade of the twenty-first century. In the 80’s, my mother
was forc ed to wait the full
ninety days, nearly three months before she was finally given the
“Ok” and we were able to move into the grand (…money-pit of a…)
house upon the hill.
    My father and
mother had gone to walk the property a few times, once he’d
returned from his business trip.
    The nature of
his work took often took him from us for months at a time, which
wasn’t really a bad, all things considered. Whenever he was away
just about everything was better. There was no shouting, no
throwing things about, no threats and, alas, no tears. When he was
gone, we were almost a normal family. My mother didn’t cower,
forever walking upon the egg-shells spread about the course of her
life by the man who should’ve been taking care of her. She was
witty, funny, played tricks on us kids all the time. She laughed
her throaty laugh, told bawdy stories that made Valerie cringe, and
me and Eli cackle until our sides hurt. My mother was completely
different when my father was away.
    I wish I’d been
able to see more of that side of her when I was young. It would’ve
been nice to have memories of her vivacity, her thirst for life,
before everything happened and my father left us for good. It
would’ve been pleasant to have fond recollections of her from the
eyes of a much smaller me. Maybe some aspects of my life would’ve
been easier. Maybe they wouldn’t. I