A day later than planned, but here we go…
I was telling you about my father, and all the great times we had when I was a kid. And I said the next post would be one particularly entertaining anecdote. In today’s very special episode of Taken By The Wind, I’ll tell you about the day I effectively became an orphan.
Here’s the scene:
Afternoon. Me, at sixteen, reading on the sofa in the living room.
My father and his wife, my second stepmother, are in their bedroom.
Their door opens and my father steps into the living room, glaring.
“You stole something from our room,” he says. “Give it back.”
I’m at a loss, since I have not, indeed, stolen anything from their room. I say something to that effect.
“Yes you did,” he tells me. “Get it.”
“What did I steal?” I ask.
“You know,” he says. And he’s very angry.
“I have no clue what you’re talking about,” I say.
He fumes. “You know what I’m talking about,” he says. “I’m going back in the bedroom. I’ll come back out in ten minutes, and you better have it.”
And he disappears into the bedroom.
I go back to my reading. Can’t do much else.
Ten minutes later, he returns. His thick leather belt is in his hand. “Where is it?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He glares at me, looking like he’s trying to solve an algebra problem that keeps kicking him in the nuts.
“I gave Pam a gag gift,” he finally says. “You went in our room and stole it.”
And then I realize what he’s talking about.