Uncle
Uncle escaped. He took a handgun and descended into the cellar, and theair resonated with the muffled sounds of a car backfiring. I hardly knew either of them, he or Auntie. Daddy said he did it to get away from her. That may be. Anyway, he left a fortune. A million, Daddy said, at a time when a new Cadillac could be had for less than four Today a Caddy is forty grand, Auntie is polluting the soil, my hair issilver, and I can say with neither boast nor shame, that I have not known another human critter whom I yet despise. Sitting at this keyboard, I cannot name another. Surely one exists, I'm not that angelic, but I can't produce one at the moment. This is not owing to faulty memory; something much more splendid, and no credit to me. But Auntie wronged Mom. A wretched soul, she wronged others, too; otherswhom I love. Those happenings I've dismissed. But not Mom's. We were the poor kin, the black sheep, victims of Daddy's wanderlust.Poverty earns you that status when the others have money. And now an injury prevented Daddy working, so Mom accepted the role of breadwin
ner with the same grace and humor that she accepted all of life. Tonight's beans and potatoes vary from last nights only in the way they are prepared. Mom bought a roast pan, an event the equivalent to most familiesbringing home a new car. and helping Mom wash at the old wringer-type machine. Though the youngest, and a male, I was assigned the evening meals . Older,with its porcelain chipped away in places. How did she manage? That's a secret known only to moms, I guess. She set it on the center of the table and we dragged up chairs and just gawked at it. The house, a recycled army barracks, had neither inside walls, norplumbing, at first, but it was home. She made our shirts and the patches for our jeans. Everyonebrought potluck, and Mom couldn't wait to take the roast pan.
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