Earlier this month, my grandmother passed guess I Was Dreaming – The Fairytale – Guess I Was Dreaming / Run And Hide in her sleep. Nan had been only 66 years old when she died, but it hadn’t happened unexpectedly.
The doctors had given her two months when they discovered the cancer that was slowly destroying her body, and that was just about as much as she got. At least she didn’t suffer much. After the funeral and the period of grieving, there remained the task of moving all of Nan’s possessions out of her house and get it ready for sale. Gathering, sorting and storing a lifetime’s worth of possessions is a lot of work, and I decided to take a few days off from college to be with my family and help them as much as I could.
My assistance was gladly accepted and mom had kept me occupied pretty much all of the time for the last two days. Today was a Saturday, which meant that dad didn’t have to go to work and was helping mom instead. I was relieved of my duties for the day and stayed at home to catch up on my assignments. I had been sweating over an essay all morning and my eyes were hurting from staring at the computer display. Thankfully, I had already made good progress and could spare a little time for a well-deserved break.
I was feeling quite thirsty, so I decided to head to the kitchen and raid the fridge for some soda or juice and maybe something to eat as well. I found some leftover tuna salad in the fridge and I made a couple of nice sandwiches. Then I poured myself a big glass of juice to go with it. As I was taking the spoils back to my room, I heard someone whisper my name. I looked around and finally spotted my younger sister, peeking in from a crack in the door. She lay her finger on her lips and beckoned me closer. Mom and dad went to Aunt Shelley for the afternoon.
Audrey swung the door open and quickly traversed the room, carrying something bulky and rectangular under her sweater. Intrigued by my sister’s secretive behavior, I followed her. What have you got under there, books? I asked as I stopped her. She looked hungrily at the food. She considered my offer for a moment. I promised her I’d keep mum and led her into my room.
I asked as I sat down at my desk. No, something much better: Nan’s old diaries! One of the tasks I had been charged with was to gather all of Nan’s books, put them in sturdy cardboard boxes and carry them to the car. Every book, magazine or other piece of writing in the house had been in my hands at least two times. If there were any diaries, I would have known it.
Audrey said as she stacked the books on my desk. I saw her when I was bringing a bag of clothes to the garage. She was behaving rather suspiciously, like she was hiding something from me. I pretended not to notice it and leave, but I kept an eye on her. When mom thought she was alone again, I saw her tuck this small bundle away in one of the boxes with junk. As soon as she turned her back for a minute, I dug the bundle out and that’s how I found these books. Yeah, I was going to read them.
You know, I really don’t know much about Nan. I wonder why mom wanted to throw these away. Perhaps she didn’t know they were diaries? I asked while munching on a sandwich. And let mom know I’ve got the diaries? I thought you were supposed to be the smart one? If she wanted to throw the diaries away secretly, she’ll take them as soon as she hears I’ve got them.
Do you mind if I read it here? Audrey dropped her fine ass on my bed, opened the first of the five books and started reading while I sat down at my desk to finish my essay. She kept reading all afternoon, chuckling sometimes and making sympathetic noises at other times. By the time our parents returned and mom called us for dinner, she was already halfway the first volume. And, have you learned anything yet? I wasn’t really that interested, more like making small talk, but a little feigned interest always seemed to make my sister happy. Have you discovered why mom wanted to get rid of those books?
What did she do, fuck the entire football team or something? Do you suppose mom’s ashamed of Nan? Listen, why don’t you come to my room after dinner, and I’ll tell you what I’ve learned so far. It was already late when our parents came home, so dinner was take-away in front of the TV. I’ve always liked Chinese food and there would be no plates to clean afterward. Less than half an hour later, I followed Audrey to her room. I said as Audrey closed the door behind us.
She just looked at me disapprovingly, not even dignifying herself with a reply. I tried to laugh it off, successfully, so it seemed. Well, she writes that she’s masturbating, all the time. So much there wasn’t much shocking news. There were days even I had managed to top that. Let me finish, I don’t mean at home, but at school! What, you mean in the girls’ room, like Anne?