Sunday, September 29, 2013
"Oh there you are still in your robe at 2pm of an afternoon...." she disdainfully commented.
"Well all this comes to an end right now."
"Time for you to get some independence son. Your sister has long moved out. You can do the same! Take this as your week's notice....and take your wife with you."
Curtis was dumbstruck.
The apple of her father's eye.
And the sunshine of her great-grandfather's world.
Comment: Yes! I have taken a 5 month break from this random legacy challenge blog. The actual game has moved ahead a lot further than the blog. I still want to continue with the challenge, so I need to bring the blog up to speed a bit more quickly than I'd like, in order to catch up so I can continue the blog as well. So this and and the next few posts will sort of be less detailed and more like summaries of the major events to get up to date.
Thursday, May 30, 2013
To Cree's further approval, the vacation coincided with a trip Marjorie was taking to an international film festival and Luke was going along with her as support.
A group of her friends from school hung out at Flying V's Diner and a couple of them had invited her down there. She decided to join them, because there was one kid in particular she hoped would be there too.
"Hey guys, what's up?" said Cree.
A debate began about whether they should get a burger or go to the beach, when Cree heard another voice.
Mercedes shrugged and said "Hey Carson. Do you know Cree?"
Cree gazed at Carson Ogilvie. She had seen him around town, coming home from the Sport Academy that he attended out of town where he was majoring in equestrian studies according to his mother. She had seen him leaving again when term started. Watching the Ogilvie house she had caught glimpses of him and had felt a a strong desire to get to know him. Finally she was getting to meet him.
And Cree just stared at him open mouthed.
"Ugh! Oh....yeah." Cree snapped out of her daze. Come on! Get it together Cree she yelled at herself silently.
"I'm fine thank you. Hey it looks like a great day to go to the beach ....what do y'all think?" she addressed the group as a whole. Mercedes and Bristol were non-committal.
Mercedes groaned and said "I need a burger first."
Cree, unable to tear her eyes away from Carson, just nodded. Exercise - this was new.
"I've just come from the Equestrian Centre where my horse is stabled, it's hot and sweaty work grooming and I could use a refreshing dip.
Horses...thought Cree, again this was new.
"Hey, I wouldn't have missed it for the world..." Carson didn't seem to mind the long clinch at all.
Cree sighed and gazed into Carson's dark brown eyes, "I would have loved to have been childhood friends," she said longingly.
"Wow you and your family must be really musical, by the looks of things."
"I do love music" said Cree "but I don't play myself. Those are my Mum and Dad's. Hey let me put on a cd." she suggested.
"Let's dance." he whispered.
Carson gazed deeply into Cree's eyes and she knew right there and then that she was falling in love. She had never felt this way before. And the way that Carson was looking at her, she had a feeling it was going to be mutual. She was feeling so relaxed and comfortable that something came over her suddenly and.....
"That's okay, Cree, don't apologise." he smiled. "I just wasn't expecting you to kiss me. But I'm glad you did."
Cree was relieved that the pizza was delivered just at that moment.
Finally Carson noticed how late it had become and said "I have to go Cree. But I don't want to go without giving you something."
"What?" asked Cree enquiringly.
"Come here and I'll show you." he said.
Cree stood and went around the table, saying "What is it?"
It was after midnight when Carson left and Cree quickly put on her pyjamas to get ready for bed. Then she heard voices and a car door banging.....
When she saw Cree she was livid!
"What have you been up to young lady?" she yelled. "Can we not trust you to behave yourself even for a couple of days on your own?"
Cree was frantically trying to explain, but Marjorie's phone was ringing and she dismissed her with "I'll deal with you tomorrow.....get to bed!" It was not the perfect end to the prefect day after all.
Monday, May 13, 2013
Cree loved that story.
"Did you know my other great grandma?" Cree quickly asked trying to distract Tessa off the subject of Luke. "She died before I was born, so I never knew what she was like...."
"You mean the animal wrangler?" Tessa spat with distaste. "That woman was always bringing live vermin onto the property and running wild in the country....heaven knows what diseases and infestations she brought upon that house. Yes. Yes, she died on your father's wedding day - a curse if ever there was one. Well of course that's been completely apparent...."
Cree understood only too well what Tessa meant.
"Maybe Cree will bake us a cake and ice that on it when we reach 40 years." Leonie commented as she served the cake. Curtis nearly dropped his piece on the floor in shock. It was all he could do to keep his face straight and stifle the guffaw that threatened to escape.
Curtis could not help side-eyeing her incredulously. Was she even on this planet he wondered?
"Dad, do you think Mum is doing alright?" Cree asked tentatively.
Curtis was alert. "What makes you say that Cree?" he asked
"Well....she just seems a little bit odd. And doing strange things...like mixing all those cocktails the other day. There was dozens of them all lined up. Do you think she should even be hanging around the bar?"
"Yeah I noticed that too sweet-pea. She seems to be staying sober though..." Curtis had no evidence to say otherwise, but he still felt suspicious too. "All we can do is be on the look out and make sure she's okay."
Marjorie was just so into the music she didn't seem to notice what Leonie was wearing, or care. That's a trio of party animals right there.
"Cree!" she exclaimed.
"Yes mother? Sorry did I interrupt you?" Cree asked sarcastically.
"No, no....I was just..."
"Forget it mother! Don't waste your breath with the lies. Looks like your clean and sober phase is over then?"
"How the hell would you know what I think?" yelled Cree, "You hardly even know who I am!"
"Whoa! Hold ON Cree. You can not speak to me like that - I am your mother, after all is said and done."
Cree felt the anger rising. This woman who dared to call herself her mother had barely spent more than five minutes at a time with her as far as she could remember her whole life. She was either drunk or high or at a party or going to a party, she was either leaving or not interested or just not there, she was too busy, or too out of it much of the time and for years she had been in and out of rehab, hospitals and therapy.
"You are not my mother!" yelled Cree. "You have no right to call yourself that! I HAVE NO MOTHER LEONIE."
"You ungrateful little minx. I wished I'd never had you. You ruined my LIFE! And you can get out of my house - I don't want you here. I never want to see you again!"
"Hah! Well no change there!" replied Cree.
"And just for the record, this is not your house! You don't have a house! You bludge off my Grandma and Grandpa, so you can't throw me out. But hey, don't let me stop YOU from leaving. There's the door there....don't trip yourself up over your hidden bottles and empties on your way out, Leonie."
Cree spat her mother's name with so much pent up bitterness, that Leonie was unable to counter attack.
This was a day of reaping what she'd been sowing for sixteen years.