The Life And Times Of Rachel Grape

Rebekah

    Westin had a good first day home, as well as he could with his mother, who was "pleased as punch" that she broke up with that demon spawn,  but he loved that demon spawn.   He was so pissed at her, but she was his mother. She made him a weirdo in high school and was still running his life. They went to lunch at The Divine Cafe where Sharmaine prayed over Westin to find a good and moral girlfriend.   Westin secretly wished that she would one day love Rachel.   He wished his mother would die of cancer. However, he would regret that. Little did he know his dad prayed for the same thing. "This demon spawn got her hooks in my son.  I hope you didn't play with her puss," she told him.  That puss?  He thought about it a lot.  He resented his mom for making him break up with her.  He couldn't get the look on her face and the crying when he had it break up with her.   He wondered if he would ever see her again?   Or. Would she want to see him?

   It was a Thursday afternoon to Rachel.   It was a nice day and she drove to get Arnie and took him on a walk in the fields.   He smelled something awful,  but it made her feel good.  She was out in the warm autumn sun, seventy nine hit differently in October than May. He caught grasshoppers and threw them.   She took his hand and they walked and walked under golden fields and blue skies.  They walked until four.   Then they got back home and fixed supper. She fixed lasagna,   It felt good to be home.  She did think of Westin.   They had been apart for a week.  She called the college in the city and they said they would see her in the spring.   She was relived about that. "I just had family problems but they would be fixed by the time I get to class, my uncle was sick. He is better now." He was. Arnie was happy the baby was home. He always called her "the baby".

Westin went home. He took a shower. He put on his best clothes. "You look handsome. Now go get with that godly girl and not that small town hussy," his mom said. "Now remember, be polite a and you will like Rebekah is so pretty. I only want the best for my boy. She goes to our church. Her mom is the women's group president she is a beaut. Rebekah gets it naturally." He wanted to scream, "SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU BITCH!!!" He secretly wished she would kill herself. His dad would be free and he would apologize like hell to Rachel. He missed her. He even made a fake account to spy on her. She was sort of public, but she thought she only had one hundred and six friends, no, the world could see her statuses.

"Trying to make sense of it all. It was going so well, but then he just dumped me. Maybe it is God's plan and maybe I need to be back with my family, but I am trying to make sense of it all." "Fuck you, mom," he said, he put on his tie and went to see Rebekah. She lived in one of those 1970 cookie cutter two stories with four bedrooms and a basement. He drove to New Glenfield Park and parked at 1206 Fenwick. He walked up to the door and a blonde woman who was really cute answered the door. "You must be Westin! Come on! Rebekah will be down shortly. We are having lasagna for dinner. Do you like lasagna?" She asked. He nodded. "I made my special chocolate cake." She smiled. Rebekah came downstairs and she was pretty. She was curvy, which was differed than tiny little Rachel. So, for the next forty five minutes he made awkward conversation with Rebekah. He's rather be exploring Rachel. "I am here for the weekend. I kind of miss the fun. We all go to the sody shop," she said. She went to a religious university. He thought to himself, "What a weirdo. I would rather learn about artisan pickles and make flower arrangements, NOT talk about sody shops." The supper was nice and the Gaithers added a touch, but he loved the realness of the Grape family.

"Arnie, put the breads on the table," she told him. He did. He smiled. "Good job!" Gilbert was home. He smiled. Maybe it was right for her to be home. He sure enjoyed her. He wondered if she was pregnant. She looked a little bloated. If she was, it would be a Grape thing. "We're always fucking up," he said to himself. Dinner was nice. It was nice to have his girl home and she was so helpful. "Tomorrow night is the homecoming game. Let's all go,". He said. Rachel agreed, but the socialites would be there and she would come home crying. Again, as Elise and Bilbert retired to bed, she said. "When will she admit she is pregnant. She is getting a tummy." Gilbert said, "Maybe she is scared." Maybe he was right. She laid next on him as he climbed on her for their nightly ritual. The house was already too small.

Miles away, playing Christian music, Westin was annoyed as hell. She sat there held his hand and talked about God all night. He kissed her on the cheek. He felt dirty doing anything else. She said, when her mom went to bed, "I would be willing to suck on your penis." He looked at her and said, "Another time, but let's go to the mall tomorrow. That would be great." She said, "So does this mean we are dating." He nodded. Pissed, he drove home. Metallica was blaring and he was cursing. "Fuck you mom for not loving Rachel! Fuck you mom for making me date this dork, but I don't want to upset you. I see WHY my dad resents you and wants a divorce." He got home, slammed the car door but she was waiting up.

"Tell me all about it, son. Wasn't she great?"
"She's a real hum dinger. She's so gosh darn wholesome."
"I know. Isn't she?"

He wanted to smash her smiling redhead face into the newel post. He went upstairs, past his dad's room. The door was locked. He was probably texting Mrs. Kent. He liked her. She was kind of va, va, va, voom. He wasn't happy and why did his string his mom along? He hated appeasing his mom. Rachel had to work the next day, so she had finally fallen asleep after she cried herself to sleep. She missed Westin awful and was scared to raise a baby on her own. Westin prayed for his mother's death.