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Webmistress's Note: So far, this is the only fic of mine that I have archived here that isn't a "Little Dawn" fic. Well, dare to be different! Note #2: I can't really claim credit for this graphic, the only thing I did was draw some little lines and copy & paste them all over the place. Ah, art! {Don't forget--I did the lovely text, too!}
Nonsense
mistymidnight Author’s Notes: There’s actually not much to say. I felt like updating. That’s about it. Chapter Four“Mommy,” Tara whispered, crawling onto her parents’ bed. Daddy was already gone for work, and Donny was at one of his friends’ houses, having left right after dinner and then called later to say he was sleeping over. Tara and Mommy had the house to themselves. The bedsprings creaked and Tara whispered again, “Mommy?” She heard a slight groan and Mommy said sleepily, “Tara, Mommy’s still sleeping.” “How can you be asleep if you’re talking to me?” Tara asked. Mommy smiled sleepily, squinting at the sun coming in through the curtains. “I’m talking in my sleep.” “You are not, Mumma,” Tara giggled, snuggling down next to her mother. “You’re silly.” “You are sillier, Tara-pooh-honey-bear,” Mommy laughed, ruffling Tara’s hair. “I am—” Tara was cut off by the telephone ringing. Mommy sighed and leaned across Tara to pick it up from the nightstand. “Hello?” she said into the phone. There was a pause, then: “You did? Oh no.” Pause. “Well, I left it in the front of the fridge last night…I did tell you.” Pause. “Are y-you sure?” Pause. “Well, I suppose…I can’t bring it to you, you have the truck…I’m sorry, sweetheart. I-it won’t h-happen again. I p-promise.” She glanced upward, as if asking some divine power for strength. “All right. I love you. Bye.” She looked at Tara, who was watching her with curiosity. “Daddy forgot his lunch,” she explained wearily. Tara took the opportunity and asked, “Mumma, how come you and Daddy fight?” Mommy gave an almost-snort of bitter laughter and said, “Mommies and Daddies fight sometimes, honey-bear. It’s normal.” “Normal…” Tara repeated. “When are we going to do the ‘normal’ special treat?” Mommy’s face brightened again. “Soon, Tara. Mommy just has to work a few things out.” Tara wiggled with anticipation. “Oh, I can’t wait! When will you work things out, Mommy?” Mommy smiled. “As soon as possible,” she said. “I’m going to talk to a friend of mine from a long time ago.” “Do you have friends, Mommy?” “Tara! What a question! Of course I do!” “Then how come you don’t talk to them?” Mommy sighed. “When Daddy and I got married, we put our relationship above all else. Daddy needs a lot of attention, so I don’t get to see my friends as much as I’d like.” “I think that’s mean of Daddy,” Tara said bluntly. “I think he should give you time to yourself. He’s selfish and mean and I hate him!” “Tara! Watch that mouth of yours! Daddy puts clothes on your back and food on the table, so don’t go saying that you hate him!” “Well, I do,” Tara mumbled. “He scares me.” “Here, sweetheart,” Mommy murmured, pulling Tara into a hug. “Everything will be better soon. Daddy’s just been very tired lately. Things will get better. Promise.” “Scout’s honor?” Tara asked, even though she was not a Scout. In fact, the only scout around these parts was Scout the dog, who apparently derived pleasure from mutilating Barbies. “Scout’s honor,” Mommy said solemnly, saluting. “Good,” said Tara. “Now, you’d better get up,” Mommy said, gently pushing Tara toward the edge of the bed. “You don’t want to keep Bethie waiting.” . Bethie stood on the back porch, tapping her foot impatiently and making faces at Tara. “You’re late,” she informed her, shoving a wicker suitcase full of Barbie things at Tara. “Here. Carry these,” she commanded. “Today the Barbies are camping in the woods. Your Barbie is Bigfoot.” Tara followed obediently to the woods behind the house. Bethie stopped at a small clearing and pulled a towel out of the backpack she was wearing. “Now we’re gonna set up the tent,” she instructed. “Find three sticks, two with fork-y things on the end. We’re pitching out tent.” Tara complied and began the search while Bethie sat on the soon-to-be-pitched tent and fanned mosquitoes away from her face. When Tara returned with the sticks, she and Bethie pitched the tent. A two-hour game of Barbies ensued, and Bethie even let Bigfoot be a good guy (girl) in the end and join the Barbies in their Barbie-Q. As Tara walked back to the house, she felt very confused. Bethie was so nice sometimes, and some mean the rest of the time. Tara never knew what she was getting. Life was too confusing. . mistymidnight |
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