Hell Hath No Fury
Daddy is not coming for me. I’ve waited. Since I was three. Since he and Mommy had that huge fight in court. He lost everything, so I’m told. Trying to take me away from Mommy.
I lost things, too.
My Mamou died during the whole business. She was my only other family, besides Mommy and Aunt Bertie. And Daddy.
I remember seeing Daddy in that house. The way his upright bass matched his voice against the tall ceilings. Mamou played along, her fingernails tapping on her leg.
Sometimes, we made our own band. I was the lead singer. Daddy played strings, and Mamou pounded chords on the piano. We were a threesome. Formidable, Mamou said. We threw the doors open and let the Garden District in. Hearing that music, mixed with traffic and the streetcar, is the last time I remember being happy.
Now, Daddy’s gone. All the way to Nashville. Mamou’s gone, too. Stuck in one of those above-ground graveyards, where her body doesn’t get pushed underwater.
I’m managing. I smile at Mommy’s boys and try to charm them like she wants.
But, I’m waiting for Daddy.
To save me from this scary, confusing life of Mommy’s. Her cards and her boys.
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