Moving Day

Sally and Mort are away, filming.And Peter’s job has kept him out of town for the past week.Needless to say, the household has been (apart from Ivy Jean—sheof the gargantuan lungs) abnormally quiet.I’ve been thinking…Sally's and my Dad was a wildlife biologist, specializing in allcreatures cold. You know…penguins and polar bears and stuff. His studies kepthim at one pole or the other.Until I came along, Mom went with him on his adventures.After me, Mom simply kissed him and sent him on his way to explore alone.Okay, it probably wasn’t that simple. I’m quite sure therewere expressions of sadness, etc.I do remember some of the farewells. Cause we (Sally and I)were six when he left on his last mission.Before the ship he was on sank in the Antarctic somewhere.I remember Mom being really sad and watching out the windowa lot and jumping when the phone rang.I know Sally and I missed Dad. But, as we had only ever seenhim irregularly, Mom was our whole world.And as long as she was there, Sally and I were content.Two big changes that did manage to seep into our little girlawareness were the facts that Mom had to go to work. And we had to move.Yes. We noticed those.The house we moved into was smaller than the one we’d beenliving in, but comfortable. With a tiny garden and a streetful of kids to playwith.Moving into it was an adventure in itself.Of course, Mom and I had realized earlierthat Sally had a penchant for getting into trouble.I think ‘moving day’ just cemented those suspicions.In a large way.Let me tell you about it…The moving truck had disappeared down the street in a swirlof gas fumes, leaving Mom and us girls to unpack the boxes the two rather burlymovers had parked in our new house.Sally and I were having fun opening said boxes.Until Sally realized they were just filled with all our oldjunk from our old house.Then she lost interest.I’m quite sure you’ve realized by now that a bored Sally is an unpredictable Sally.A small group of kids came to the open door and peeked in at us.The biggest, a girl, spoke to Mom. “Hello! I’m Vivian! Canyour girls come out to play?”Mom smiled at her, then looked at the two of us—me, stillopening boxes, and Sally…not.“I’m quite sure they would love it,” Mom said. “They need abreak!”I straightened from the box I was currently exploring andstarted toward the door, but Sally beat me toit. “Hi! We’re Sally…” she put a hand on her chest, “…and Gwen. We’re IrishTwins. We’re six. Our Dad died.”Trust Sally to get the important stuff out in the first tenseconds.“Oh,” Vivian said. “Well, I’m Vivian and these guys areBlaine, Todd and Choteau.”Sally looked at the third boy. “Choteau is a weird name.”“I’m named after my sixth great-grandfather,” the boy said, proudly. “Agreat explorer. I’m going to be just like him!”For some reason, my mom looked up at that.Sally joined the others and the five of them disappeared.“Aren’t you going with them?” Mom asked me.I shrugged. “I think I’d rather stay with you.”Mom smiled. “Well, I do appreciate the help!”The two of us went back to work.I use this term lightly. Because 'work' on that day consisted of unpacking a bit...Then fishing Sally and her new friends out of one scrape after the other.Mom grabbed the lot of them just as they were starting across the street wearing the unpacked boxes.And no, none of them could see.And yes, there were cars passing.Mom confiscated all boxes into perpetuity.Then they somehow managed to shut one of Mrs. Ames' (yes, this was the first time we met her) cats into the closet.With spectacular results.Mom then forbade all cats into perpet-- you get the picture. Finally, things seemed to quiet down.I don't know about you, but that's when one should really start to worry.Both of us were in the upstairs bedroom thatwould soon be Mom's. She straightened, stretching her back. Then she cocked herhead to one side, listening. “What is that?” she asked.I frowned. “Ummmm…”Muffled voices from the first floor. Then shrieks andgiggles.Mom pushed open the window and looked down at the frontentryway.I heard a cry of triumph, then a thump.Mom gasped and headed for the bedroom door.I followed.If I knew Sally—and I did—something momentous was about tohappen…The stairway in our new house was tricky. It was builtalmost entirely into a box. Walls on either side and a third wall at thebottom. The only escape routes were on either side at the bottom.Mom blasted down that staircase like a pro, grabbed the cornerof the wall to her right and shot out into the living room without even slowingdown.It was kind of amazing, really.I was justifiably slower and arrived just in time to see Mommake a grab for…I think it was Todd…as he leaped off a chair and swung toward the frontdoorway.Using our front-room curtainsas a rope.Two other kids, notably Sally and Vivian, were alreadyoutside, standing in what would eventually be Mom’s flower bed, obviouslyhaving successfully completed the same maneuver.Mom missed and Todd sailed through the doorway.Sadly the curtains--and wall--not used to this form of abuse, chose that moment to effect a wholesale release.The entire section of dry wall from the window to the ceiling, along with the now-mangled curtain rod paraphernalia, sailed out the door with him.Or would have.If we had a bigger door.The resulting crash was truly spectacular.“Wow!” Sally said. “That waseven better than mine!”What should have been--in Sally's eyes--Todd’s triumph was dimmed somewhat by Mom charging towardthem, through the pile of debris that now cluttered her front doorway.I was behind her, but I could guess at the look on her faceby what was reflected on Todd and Vivian’s.“What are you kids doing?!” Mom said in her ‘usually-reserved-for-hollering-at-Sally-and-me-when-we’ve-done-something-naughty’voice.Sally shrugged. “Playing pirates.”“With my curtains?!!” Mom’s voice has risen dangerously.I was ready to run and I hadn’t even been involved.“Hey! We didn't get a turn!” a voice said, plaintively.Mom had started scraping the heap of rubble outside with her feet--like an angry bull.She spun around and pointed at the other two obviously disappointed boys, “OOOOOOOUT!”Their eyes on Mom, they quickly joined Sally and the others out front.Mom slammed the door.She looked at me. “Most of the boxes are still packed," she said, almost to herself. "We can justkeep moving.”Then she shook her head. “Nope. She’d just find us." She sighed. "If anyone needs me, I'll be under my bed. I have a headache."
Use Your Words is a writing challenge!Each month, I exchange words with our intrepid leader, Karen of Baking in a Tornado.Neither of us knows what the other will do with her words.This month, Karen gave me: headache ~ twin ~ door ~ curtain ~ wowThank you, my friend!Care to read more?
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