Our Reflection

32• I'm Stuck In The Dark, But Your My Flashlight

Marjorie Blossom POV

It was law, as long as I can remember, that Cheryl and I didn't have a pleasant conversation for more than ten minutes. 

In fact, we rarely stopped to exchange more than five words, maybe that was our maximum. 

My parents never put the two of us sitting on a sofa to know the reason for so much disagreement, I think it was enough to watch us for a few minutes that it was easy to see where the disaffection was coming from. 

I imagine that the only time when we could stay in the same room without exchanging offenses, was at bedtime, each facing one side of the wall. 

"Is it true that you attacked because Daddy he took my bed apart?"  Cheryl's voice distracted me as I watched a beautiful vase. 

I adjusted my posture, swung the glass of wine between my fingers, and watched my reflection in the liquid, feeling a slightly bitter taste give the feeling of dryness on my lips. 

I laughed internally and turned to face Cheryl, who was smiling at me, sitting on the couch in front of a marble fireplace. 

The rain had tightened significantly and I watched the thick drops hit the panoramic windows of the room. 

I felt my palm sweat a little and approached where Cheryl was, but I remained standing, enjoying the beautiful view my sister had of Los Angeles. 

"How did you know that?"

"A little bird told me."

"This bird must wear a navy blue pinstripe suit and round glasses with golden frames. Am I wrong?"

Cheryl lifted the glass as if toasting and I shrugged, taking a sip of the wine again. 

"Friederick broke the patient medical confidentiality, that was ugly."

"Actually, it wasn't you who told him about the bed", I stared at my sister for a few seconds and went back to paying attention to the drops that hit violently against the window, "It was Dad who commented to him. Now, thinking about it, there was no reason for you to freak out, Marjorie."

"Really? Please tell me why?"

"Well, you didn't even want to say goodbye to me, we were just a few steps away at the airport. Not to mention that, no matter the intensity of our discussions, you always made a point of stressing how happy you was for my departure."

"I was, but..."

"But..."

"Often the result is not what we expected."

I sucked my lower lip and felt my eyes fill with water and wiped the corner with my index finger. 

"Things got a lot worse after you left."

"Oh really? I thought leaving was the best thing to do at the moment", Cheryl's voice was camouflaged thanks to a melody that came from the home teather speakers, "Can you .. tell me what happened? "

"It is not a big deal."

[PLAY - Jessie J - Flashlight (Piano / Cello Cover) - Brooklyn Duo]. 

Spending the week at my grandmother's house used to be pleasant, but now that I was alone, I didn't see the same grace. 

All the jars of cookies, blankets to withstand the cold of Fraser (a stupidly cold city located in Colorado), the countless mugs of hot chocolate that my grandmother prepared every two hours.  of my grandmother in a place that I would not like to return to anytime soon.