Thursday, January 05, 2006
This was when Auntie and Uncle had the Big Fight. The one where neither talks. They refused to say anything to the adults, so Brother and I were sent in – the little troops, sent in to find the little secrets.
They were sitting in adjoining rooms. Brother went to Uncle, and I sat with Auntie.
“I’m going to shoot both of them!” Uncle raged. “Nasty fuckers!”
“But you don’t have a camera!” Brother protested.
A pause. “So did you ...?” I asked Auntie.
“I’m not sure,” she said. “It was on a trip. At one point we were in a cave. It was dark. I don’t remember, actually.”
Brother seemed to steel his nerve. He asked the ultimate question, “So who’d she do it with anyway?”
Another pause. “Her brother. That smarmy little bastard!”
As I sat rigid with shock, Brother whispered something timidly.
“Forgive them?” Uncle thundered. “They lost my 1971 Original Autographed Led Zeppelin IV LP. How can I forgive them? I’m going to kill them!”Brother and I met in the hallway. We did what anybody sensible would do. We giggled.