Sunday, October 18, 2009
And she was.....
There was windowed nook at the top of the stairs. Just the right size for a small table and two chairs. Fancy and practical, a black rotary phone sat next to a vase of fresh flowers changed weekly.
I came from strange. Odd Suessian beauty. Many colored sheets, ferns, tall wooden totems carved by local artisans with ambition and a little talent.
The normal made me swoon. She was fancy and 1950's and I wanted to be her favorite casserole. Just gobble me up and take me to this place where in order to make a phone call I have to sit on that chair, in that nook, and whisper things I don't want you to hear.
And she was dead. Because she was old and the cancer got her. An elderly aunt. I didn't know her, really. She was the second wife.
After the funeral we went back to her house. And she was everywhere. I was always shy. I wandered away from the face pinchers and tried to find a bathroom so I could lock myself in.
The first floor was occupied. I had to climb the stairs.
And I could see her there. She was sitting in the chair, on the phone, her hair perfect and tidy. Playing with a strand of pearls, that matched and didn't match her simple dress.
She saw me. She smiled and held up a dainty finger, "Sally, I have to go. So you'll do that for me, right? Thanks so much." She hung up.
And she was holding out her arms. I climbed into her lap. "It's nice to know you little one. Do you like my house?"
"Why not nap right here? This was always my favorite place."
Later in the car back to life my mother told me stories about her. "And she was, and she was, and she was."
"And she was lovely."