Showing posts with label Chapter 12. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chapter 12. Show all posts

Friday, June 5, 2009

232. I throw myself on the bed

and pretend I’m having sex with John Lennon.
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231. My grandparents have separate bedrooms--

a good thing, too, because I can’t imagine those two old people having sex.
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230. I turn down the volume

to a setting that I know will still irritate Deems, but he won’t say anything. He’ll just go to his bedroom to stew.
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229. “TURN DOWN THAT CATERWAULING,”

Deems yells up the steps.
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228. I drop the album on the record player

turntable and play “Long Tall Sally” at full volume. Paul McCartney.
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227. But it doesn’t do any good

to sass back, so I snatch the album from Deems and go to my room, a cavernous attic with dormer windows.
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225. I HATE when Deems acts like that.

It’s not MY fault my parents hate each other and don’t want me.
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224. “Harrumph,” Deems says, looking over

the Beatles’ album with angry blue eyes. “A little support money would be more helpful than this clap-trap.”
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223. “You mean HE’S in town again?”

Meems says, a bit of a sneer in her tone.
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222. I tell Meems and Deems

about my father’s visit and show them the Beatles’ album.
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221. Other than being old and irrelevant,

they act like parents anywhere, perhaps stricter than my friends’ parents. Still, there are ways around them.
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220. I think they love me, but

are a bit perplexed at being parents again.
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219. I like them okay; they give me

a weekly allowance and buy me just about everything I need and ask for.
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218. I don’t remember much about my mother,

but I call my grandmother “Meems” and my grandfather “Deems.”
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