"Hey, hey I'm your Mom."
"Well, MOM, have you lost yer freaking mind???" Her daughter, was a combination of shocked, but more peeved. "They were diamond. You could have gotten, well maybe, almost enough for tires." The young tatted woman continued, "Why the eff would ya flush em down th..." outside a siren whaled on by. "You could have easily sold them."
"No, Linda." Joyce quietly spoke. "Some things, ya don't want to foist on other people."
"OH, AND WHY IS THAT?" her daughter retorted. " Are there," Linda's face waxed full-blown smirk, DEVILS in them? Is THAT it.?
"Well, now that you mention it..." Joyce began sifting through an overstuffed kitchen junk-drawer.
"Oh come on, Mom, that's just Bible bull..." from outside, the closed windows were barely enough to muffle a lyric booming it's way down the street - one which this blogger isn't about to spell out. "It's all about control, haven't you yet gotten the memo?" Linda continued, "Patriarchal mindgaming..."
"Enough." Joyce calmly fished out some random junk, including a string of plastic beads from ... well, it no longer mattered. Another item was ... well part of, a plastic-coated paper tierra, from a new year's party she'd forgotten about - and cared not to recall. "Oh what's this"? Joyce softly exclaimed. A bottle opener with what appeared to be mouse droppings stuck to it. "Ugh!" That, and half the drawer's contents went into the waste can.
Just as Linda was ready to launch into part two of her tirade, her phone rang. Now, one could say, Joyce's drama-weary ears had been was saved by the bell. But Linda's ring-tone couldn't save anything. She walked into her bedroom, and shut the door.
We all know the old saying: "Mothers know..."
Joyce glanced at the calendar hanging on the refrigerator. Soon, Feburary would give way to March. While not wanting to wish her life away, this winter - and the one before, and it seemed like, the one before that - had been brutal. Outside, the winds were picking up, again. All she knew was: come spring, she wouldn't have the high heating bill - the draft snakes in the windows helped keep down the drafts, but still, that only went so far. Maybe, just maybe, come mid March, she'd have the money for tires - real tires, not another half-set of three-week wonders.
Seriously, was getting to the point where she was half afraid to take the car much farther than a few miles.
Bits of conversation seeped - more like creeped... considering who she was talking to. She didn't like that girl, never did. Neither did Joyce care much for most the others. There had been one friend whom Joyce did like, but evidently, Ruth was outs'd - probably for holding fast to atleast a few standards.
"You go, girl." Joyce offered up a quick prayer for the brown-eyed girl, who rode the same bus and would stop by after school.
Well Readers, it's getting late in 2022, and past time to climb into the time machine, and head on back.
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