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[FILL] Re: Gen- Karen's mother is abusive. 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

women don't know how to love, she told me

It's a mid-August afternoon -- Karen's laid out at the grassy base of the huge river birch tree about five miles down the road from the house. The dumb thing grew up on a mound of dirt and grass about another full five miles away from the riverbank, but the soil it sits on is always damp, even when the corn gets droughted out. The way Karen figures it, it has deep roots and secret waters and cornfield be damned, this is where it wants to be.

The thing is obstinate, and it's something she can respect. It's why she likes resting here. Joel, John, and Kelly, they just like getting out of the sun, and they like staying dry when the afternoon rains come. The tree's good for both.

"Hey, you think it has a name?" Karen looks over at Kelly who's doing the same as she is -- bare feet, wriggling around in the soft dirt.

There had been plans to go down to the cinder block barbeque shack on the other side of the Missouri down on the other end of Booneville, but Joel had brought a lot of beer; it made them feel lazy and sweaty and loose, and the drive were just far enough that nobody really wanted to to do it by the time they'd polished off most of the case of Rolling Rock.

"What, the tree?" Kelly snorts, soft and stuttering, like the freckles splashed all over her face. "I dunno. Maybe. Why, you wanna name it?"

"You don't think the way the bark curls under by the knot up there, that it don't look exactly like a face?"

"Kind of like -- oh, lord, no it looks exactly like Jackson Strauss -- the senior who leads shop class? Never takes his goddamn leather jacket off, not even in summer, I swear." And Kelly is so right about it's likeness, Karen's reduced to helpless giggles for a full minute.

"They do look like Jackson's curls," Karen manages, after she recovers. She starts at the sensation of wet, cold glass against the back of her hand, and looks up. John -- Kelly's cousin -- crept up next to Karen sometime in the midst of the two girls' tree-oggling and Karen hadn't heard him at all. He's all raised eyebrows, bright green eyes. His mouth is always so solemn, but Karen knows you can tell when John laughs by watching his eyebrows -- his face is smiling at her right now. He knocks into Karen's hand again with the fresh beer.

"Here, we only got three left -- wouldn't do to let it go to waste," he sighs.

Karen drops her gaze, and looks down -- watches the condensation slide down the side of the longneck to pool in the vee between her thumb and pointer finger. She shifts slightly and looks at John's feet -- he's still wearing his sandals. Karen finds herself frowning slightly.

"What's the matter?" John's watching her face, but he is most times when the three of them go out these days. Karen's not sure she's as fond of his attentions as she's supposed to be, but she also knows he's too polite a boy to do anything without asking.

"Nothing, really -- just don't want to be out here when the thundering starts; dad's coming home late today, and the chickens go apeshit because the dogs get so frightened." Kelly makes a disappointed noise, and smacks Karen lightly in the stomach. "Mom wont' do anything about them, so I gotta be back up at the farm by three."

"I don't think I'm gonna be sober by three, Karen baby," Josh shouts from where he's sprawled out in the lawn chair he dragged from the back of his flatbed out across the first few rows of corn to the tree mound. His sunshades are oversized and too high up on his face to be of much good, and he looks as much the fool as he likes playing most of the time.

"It's fine, I'll stop drinking now, and we'll go after this last round, OK?" John squeezes her shoulder. "You want this still or should I go water the grass with it?"

"Water me with it instead, I got two younger brothers to put up with all night while mom and dad are out on date night; I need all the help I can get," Kelly interjects, and stumbles up to grab the beer out of John's hand.

The two of them wander away, but not too far, and it gives Karen a minute alone again with the tree. She looks at the dark green deciduous canopy, the curly-cue strips of pale bark, the face in the trunk.

"Nice to meet you properly, Jackson." Karen reaches a hand towards it and runs her fingertips over its paper-thin skin.





As Karen fumbles with the screen door, the first few fat drops of rain start to fall, landing like the world's most harmless bombardments on the ancient wood slats of their front porch. The tires of Josh's Ford skid in the gravel of the driveway as John pulls out. Karen knows if she turns, he'll wave, so she doesn't turn.

Still, it's hard to keep the smile off her face -- it's been a good afternoon.

"Where the hell were you?"

The sound of her mother's voice curdles Karen's smile faster than liquor in milk. She stops half in half out the door, but the house is so dark inside, all the blinds drawn, she can't see where her mother is speaking from.

"I was out. With my friends, it's the last week before school starts, you know that's what I've been doing, mama." Karen wants to move further inside the house, but she can't make her legs move.

The cool, stale air from the fans and the AC inside buffets up against her, raising goosepimples along her skin. Karen things she sees movement from the rocking chair in the kitchen, but it's fleeting -- could be nothing but a shadow.

A/N:</small sorry sorry, I just got a job and have to stop for the time being, I will come back.

Re: [FILL] Re: Gen- Karen's mother is abusive. 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

Oh, hell, this is amazing.

Re: [FILL] Re: Gen- Karen's mother is abusive. 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

Oh this is so beautiful!!!