After
the two men left I closed and locked the door like Roman had said. I gotta tell you, it was the strangest
feeling to hold the key to a lock. You’d
think it would have made me feel powerful but it made me a little freaked
out. I thought I would sit up to make
sure no one tried to get in but I fell asleep.
I woke up only because a big wind banged on the outside of the box and
startled me.
It
was definitely colder. The fire had gone
out in the stove. I looked around and
realized that there wasn’t any wood inside with me. I decided to take my first act of our
self-preservation and unlocked the door and went outside and started bringing
in wood. When I was out there the first
snowflakes started to fall and I started getting concerned. I really got worried when I felt the muscles
start pulling and my down there started cramping. I kept going for a few more minutes and then
just knew I couldn’t do any more.
I
came back inside and then locked the door after making sure that there was
water in a water barrel near the stove.
I’d seen Roman put something in it and realized from the smell that it
must have been bleach or something that smelled just like it. I knew how to take care of that as we’d had
to do it at Mother Mary’s and I also got a ration of bleach from Emerald once a
week to put in the water barrel that I used.
I poured the water back and forth and the smell wasn’t quite as strong
and then after the stove heated back up I put what looked like a coffee pot on
it to heat the water.
Then
I looked in the bag that Roman had kicked under the cot. I bypassed the stuff that looked like
coffee. For one it didn’t smell like I
remembered coffee smelling and for another I would have been slapped silly had
I ever dared to drink something so costly.
Next I pulled out these little bags that looked at first like they had
dirt and dried twigs in them until I recognize the “twigs” were actually dried
up vegetables. I thought back to the few
times that Mother Mary had assigned me to kitchen duty and those memories sent
me back to my childhood.
“Daisy,
why do the veggie tables look so funny?”
“Don’t
talk like a baby Cissa, you are getting too old for that. And the vegetables don’t look funny, they’re
just dried. We’re running out of jars
and lids and new ones are too expensive.
Gramps made this thing called a dehydrator and says that drying them
will work just as well and we’ll be able to hide them better from the
revenuers. It also takes a lot less
space to store dried food than in those glass jars.”
“They
aren’t as pretty.”
“So? We don’t eat food because it is pretty. You eat to fill your belly when you are
hungry and to stay healthy.”
The
memory faded out but I know what I was looking at. It was the stuff that Roman had made that
soup the night we camped in the rain. I
poured the dry stuff into a pot like I remember him doing and then when the
water came to a boil - and I let it boil long enough to make sure it didn’t
make us sick - I poured and stirred until I had a pot of soup for us to eat.
It
didn’t taste like I remember from my childhood but it was fancy eating for sure
compared to what I’d gotten to eat for a long, long time. It was so rich it almost made me sick. I’ve thinned it out since then and that’s
helped some. I also found little
crackers that I could have eaten with the soup but I decided to be careful and
save the crackers. Bread is expensive
and people are funny. Roman said that I
was to use the food but that doesn’t mean he wants me to use all of the food.
In
the box with the food were these books with no printing in them. And some pencils. I carefully took one book and two pencils. I had just decided that I needed to do
something for you and writing your story seemed like the right thing. I remember my real mother, and my big sister
Daisy who was my second real mother, would always put down special things to
remember in what they called my baby book.
Well I don’t have a fancy baby book for you and I haven’t a clue where
mine went so this is going to have to do.
It is the best I can do for you right now.
I
know about how much these books cost as I helped Mother Mary with her bookkeeping
and she used something very similar to keep track of customer information, licensure
payments, house expenses, and nightly receipts; she also kept track of who she
paid bribes to, how much, and what she could use against them if need be. I don’t want to do that but maybe having some
information on people will be useful to you so I’ll record what I can. I’ve counted out the right amount from my
stash and I will pay for the book and pencils.
I’ll pay for the food too if someone makes an issue of it. That’s what I saved up for, so that we can
live without having to have a man – or another Mother Mary – give us everything
we need in exchange for something we don’t want to give.
I’ve
been sitting here off and on ever since except for when I sleep. I seem to want to sleep a lot which does
worry me a little as I don’t know if it is normal or not. Then again I always learned to sleep when I
could. You never know when your number
is going to come up.
I
still don’t know if Roman or anyone he sends will actually come for me. Alex can be slick when he wants something and
it sounds like he’s been giving me a real line about Roman from the start and I
fell for it. Roman is no pushover but he
sure isn’t the ogre Alex made him out to be.
And he also made him seem older somehow only it turns out that Alex is
the older one. And he sure as heck never
said anything about them being twins. If
I had Alex for a brother he’d irritate me too, I can’t imagine having him as a
twin.
Maybe
I shouldn’t talk about him like that.
Alex put you in me. But whoever
you come out to be, I promised you the truth and that’s the way things
stand. Alex took part in making you but
he’ll never be your father; at least not if I have anything to say about
it. There’s something twisted inside
him. Maybe it will untwist. Maybe his family can make it untwist. But I just don’t want you growing up with
that hanging over you. I want you to
know what safe is and I don’t think that Alex is strong enough to give it to
you even if he was willing to try.
Thank you, read all to soon lol.
ReplyDeleteI really love this story. Can't wait to see how it evolves.
ReplyDeletesuch a good story mother hen, thanks!
ReplyDeleteAwesome story, very different but very well done...as always!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the new chapters Kathy.
ReplyDeleteWayne