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Along Came Polly – Part 3
“What is that awful noise? ‘There birds in here?” Raising her bird’s nest bedhead, Grace unglued a puffy eye. “Wha…?“
Frrrrrr frrrrrr frrrrrr frrrrrr.
Blinding light suffused the room. She rolled over, face pushed into the pillow.
“Never known you to sleep this late. Everything okay, baby sister? Here. Brought you coffee.” She plunked a mug on the night table and dropped into the tub chair alongside, already fully dressed in Khaki pants and white blouse. “Polly, talk to me.” She sipped her coffee.
Her sister rolled over; grabbed her glasses. Squinting at Grace, her fingers fumbled for the coffee. “Why’s it so darn bright?” Grasping the pillows, she swooshed them against the headboard, and scooted back, leaned in and sighed. “Thanks for the coffee.”
“It’s past nine—you didn’t answer my question.” Grace lifted her mug. “You look like something the cat threw up.”
“Says you. Truth is I didn’t sleep well, at-all, at-all, at-all.” She slapped a hand to her mouth to stifle a yawn. I fell as if into a chasm at the first hint of day.
“Oh? Do tell.” Grace’s eyes wandered to the window as if she could care less, ever watchful from the corner of an eye.
“Tommy called last night. I didn’t pick up.” Polly turned her cup round and round studying its contents as if reading tea leaves. “Terrific coffee, sis. You’re looking perky. You had me worried last night.”
“Uh-huh. This is news? Boohoo for Tommy. What’s really eating you? Don’t bother fibbing ‘cause you can’t fool me, like you think you’re doing.”
“Duh.” Polly made a face. “Better get up if I want more coffee.”
“Cut the crap already, what did you get into when I went to bed?”
“Nothing.” Hazel eyes innocent and enormous, she bowed to her coffee.
“We’re sisters, but you are trying my patience.”
“You heard any rumours about family secrets—being the older first child—you know?”
Grace’s mouth dropped. “What are you talking about?” Forehead furrowed, she swung her head around like a puppet, blinking, scanning the files in her head. “This isn’t like you. What’s going on? Is Tommy blackmailing you into marrying him?”
Polly snorted, coffee splattered over the lily-white bedcoverings. “Sorry-sorry-sorry.” She bounced out of bed hauling off the stained candlewick bedspread and top sheet. “Forget Tommy. He’s not news.”
Grace grabbed the bottom of the heavy spread. “Laundry tub, downstairs, I think. I’ll start the soap and water. Bring the vinegar?”
“Here. What do you know about granddad and Uncle John?” Polly swished the soapy water while her sister added the vinegar.
“What an odd question. I have no idea what you mean.”
“Uncle John was not to be trusted. Dad worked his fingers to the bone in Grandpa’s business.”
“Oh yeah? What if you’re wrong? How about breakfast. I’m starving. ”
Polly watched her sister through lowered lashes. “Wrong? I don’t understand. Dad was the good son. Worked and slaved—he saved Granddad’s grocery store from ruin. Uncle John was the black sheep. Everyone said so.”
“Or scapegoat. Help me lift this in the tub.”
“What?”
“Let’s play what if. Coming?”
“What if what?”
“Both Dad and Uncle John worked for Grandad, right? What if Dad had a gambling problem?”
“What? No way.”
“What if he had sticky fingers and helped himself to the till and the store check book.”
“I don’t believe you. Is that why—?”
“Why, what? You want eggs or oatmeal? Why, what?”
“Nothing. Eggs. You too? Great. I’ll do the eggs.” Polly opened the fridge.
“Back in a shake. Have to rinse the bedspread.”
“I’ll do it. It was my fault.”
“Thought you’re doing the eggs? Get cracking. When I return, I’ll expect answers. Tut tut.”
* * *
“Grandma’s spread is good as new. It’s in the washing machine now. You still look like last week’s leftovers. Why couldn’t you sleep and why all the questions? Good. I’m starving. Let’s eat.”
“Coffee?” Polly grabbed the pot and poured two cups. “Going to the attic today?”
“Tut tut. Come on. Clean slate. What’s on your mind?”
Her mouth full, the younger woman chewed and chewed. And chewed. Eyes growing by the minute, she swallowed hard. “I found something in one of the boxes last night.”
Eyes narrowed, Grace clutched the mug to her chest, still as a statue. “What?” Her voice gruff, she cleared her throat.
“It’s better I show you. Be right back.”
Lost in thought, Grace jumped at her sister’s reappearance. Polly thrust the paper under her nose. Studying her sister’s impassive face, she dropped into her chair. Arms around her torso, she rocked in place. The air sizzled with tension. Grace fanned herself with the birth certificate. The women stared at each other.
“Anything else in the box you found this?”
Polly blew out a breath. Her body sagged. The words spilled out in a tumble. “Know anything about this?” She gripped her fingers till the knuckles turned white.
Grandpa handed over the business banking to Uncle John when dad’s bad habits surfaced. The checks to cash were for his gambling debts. He paid them off in person, in cash. Uncle John didn’t want a paper trail.
“And the birth certificate? Why was brother Frank a secret?” Her voice, though a whisper, cracked.
Grace exhaled loud and long. “Mom couldn’t kick dad out, but she’d had it with him. He up and disappeared one day. Frankie was born a year before you, but he wasn’t right…died. You came seven years later.
“Before dad left—“
“No. Grandpa lived to see Frankie. Not grandma. It would have broken her heart. Everybody’s gone now. I’m glad I’m moving into a gated retirement community. Too many ghosts here. You should come.”
Polly shook her head, hand up open-palmed. “I don’t understand, then who…? Not Uncle John, of course, because he was…
“I guess he wasn’t.”
“He’s my fa…?”
The End
© 2015 Tess @ How the Cookie Crumbles
February 8, 2016 at 8:03 pm
Good writing, Tess. I really liked the blackmail into marrying you line. Sure did make me want to know what’s going on.
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February 16, 2016 at 4:38 pm
Thank you, Paulette. A dry joke to lighten the tension, I hoped. ❤
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February 8, 2016 at 8:27 pm
Nice conclusion. I giggled at this line: “Cut the crap already”, because you worked the name of your blog into the story. 😉
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February 8, 2016 at 8:46 pm
Thanks for reading, Carrie. Glad the conclusion was to your liking. ❤ ❤
Guilty as charged. Teehee.
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February 8, 2016 at 9:34 pm
whaaaat? This is the first time I haven’t been able to follow the dots in one of your stories. I missed something – and I’m so confused!!
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February 8, 2016 at 10:04 pm
Oh-oh. Do tell. You’ve read parts 1 and 2? Please tell me what’s not working for you.
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February 9, 2016 at 7:43 am
Yes, I read all 3 pieces but I’m not getting the connection between the uncle and the photo.
Is the uncle actually the father of the youngest daughter?
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February 9, 2016 at 8:27 am
Yes, the uncle is guilty as charged. I added 2-1/2 words to the ending. I wonder if that clears up enough of the mystery. Might you let me know? ❤
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February 9, 2016 at 12:55 pm
hahaha! thanks for the small modification at the end. I get it now!! 🙂
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February 9, 2016 at 1:20 pm
Glad this did the trick. My bad. I still have lots to learn. 😀
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February 9, 2016 at 1:26 pm
Hey – I’m only one reader and this is the first time I’ve tripped over one of your stories. I’d say you were doing really well!! 🙂
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February 9, 2016 at 1:28 pm
I guess today is my learnin’ to be clear. 🙂 ❤
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February 8, 2016 at 10:07 pm
Another winner. You have some great line in here.
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February 8, 2016 at 11:57 pm
One reader was confused. Are you sure you were not?
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February 9, 2016 at 12:00 am
So Tess like Joanne I think I got a bit lost in the end. Was Uncle John the father of the younger sister? Am I completely off?
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February 9, 2016 at 8:28 am
You win. I have added a little something to the end. I wonder if it helps?
Thanks so much for letting me know about your confusion. It’s good to know these things. ❤
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February 9, 2016 at 8:47 am
Then I had it right? Perhaps I’m not so daft after all! 🙂
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February 9, 2016 at 8:51 am
No moss grows under your feet, Sue. Was I wrong is being too subtle or vague and hope the reader comes up with what he/she does?
I appreciate straight from the hip comments. Thank you.
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February 9, 2016 at 12:18 am
I thought I was almost too obvious. Did you get Uncle John was thought to be gay but he fathered two children with his sister-in-law?I guess I was too subtle. Crap!
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February 9, 2016 at 1:05 am
I totally got the gay reference… I totally understood the implication that he fathered… somebody… but I couldn’t get WHO he fathered… thought it might be Polly, but wasn’t sure… surely not Grace, she came along a lot earlier… right?
Excellent dialog by the way, and the breakfast, and the sheets being washed, I don’t know, it just gave me nostalgia. It reminded me of the sort of stuff I grew up with. Nice!
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February 9, 2016 at 8:31 am
Bless you, Grace. I was afraid of being a little vague but hoped for the best. Have made a tiny addition at the end. I hope that clears up further confusion.
I’m pleased you enjoyed the dialogue. I didn’t want to story to get too maudlin. ❤ ❤
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February 9, 2016 at 3:41 am
Well, being a little confused didn’t really bother me. Is that wrong? I just love your writing style and you have a great way with dialogue They say people who talk a lot are usually brilliant with dialogue , so … is this you,Tess? Lol Jx
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February 9, 2016 at 8:35 am
Thank you, Judith. Coming from you that means the moon to me. In the hope of clearing up further confusion, I did add something at the end. ❤ ❤ ❤
No, I do not talk a lot–only in my head. I enjoy quiet. I force myself to get out with friends but prefer to putter at home alone with my kitties.
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February 9, 2016 at 4:22 am
I confess to a little confusion about who was fathered by Uncle John. I got that Polly and Grace thought he was gay. I enjoyed it regardless and agree about the dialogue, it’s great 🙂
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February 9, 2016 at 8:37 am
Thank you for your honest feedback. Too subtle, I suppose. ❤ ❤
I have added something at the end. Does it help? 🙂
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February 9, 2016 at 5:53 am
I was a little confused, but it left me wanting more. I did not get the gay reference. The fathering part I did. But it still didn’t answer all of my questions. Great writing when the readers want more!
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February 9, 2016 at 8:38 am
Bless your heart, Colleen. Hoped this might be a puzzle worth solving or not, whatever the reader decided. I made a tiny addition at the end. Does it help at all?
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February 11, 2016 at 7:42 am
😉 Well I got the questioning the father part. I didn’t get who was supposed to be, or questioned to be, gay. 🙂 But, I’m not quick on the uptake either!
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February 9, 2016 at 9:15 am
Suspenseful to the end. Marvelous story, Tess. 😀 ❤
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February 9, 2016 at 1:22 pm
Thank you, Glynis. I so appreciate your support. ❤ 😀
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February 9, 2016 at 9:57 am
You had me guessing to the end. Is he gay or not……it seems not. A shame the girls had to find out their father was a rogue ( well, only one of them as it happens). Well written Tess.
xxx Massive Hugs xxx
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February 9, 2016 at 11:11 am
Thank you, David, for reading and commenting. I’d say he didn’t marry so everyone thought he was gay and everyone thought he was the bad one because the gambling brother had most of his sins paid off. Turns out otherwise because he fathered two children. Sheesh, these people are starting to feel readl. 😀 😀 😀
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February 9, 2016 at 1:24 pm
Thanks again, David. Didn’t I read somewhere, ‘Keep them guessing?” 😀 😀
Massive hugs back.
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February 9, 2016 at 12:33 pm
Great story Tess. I never saw the “white sheep” coming. 🙂
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February 9, 2016 at 1:21 pm
Seems I’ve managed to confuse some readers. Hope my small fix has done the trick.
Thanks so much for reading, John, and your supportive comments. 😀
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February 9, 2016 at 6:47 pm
🙂
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February 9, 2016 at 1:44 pm
Great build up to a perfect ending. Love the interaction between the two sisters.
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February 9, 2016 at 1:48 pm
Thanks so much, Darlene. This one surprised me in a few way. Glad you enjoyed. ❤ ❤ ❤
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February 9, 2016 at 2:04 pm
What a tangled web you weave!
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February 9, 2016 at 2:45 pm
Deeper and deeper!!
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February 9, 2016 at 3:47 pm
Wow, what a bombshell! And you dropped it so well. Good job. 🙂
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February 9, 2016 at 7:18 pm
Loved the story, especially that ending.
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February 9, 2016 at 9:58 pm
Woo hoo.Thank YOU. The ending was my favorite part. Thanks so much for visiting as you do and for taking the time to comment. ❤ ❤ ❤
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February 9, 2016 at 10:25 pm
Wow, I loved all the interruptions and avoidance and the last line!!! 🙂
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February 9, 2016 at 10:33 pm
Thanks, Debby. I’m tickled if you enjoyed.
How’s the weather been up your way? 😎
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February 10, 2016 at 6:58 am
I read it by the time you’d made the fix although I was already thinking the uncle was a bit more than an uncle. Great story! (Actually, the story of the older generation would make a great novel)
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February 10, 2016 at 6:08 pm
Ha ha. I suppose there are always secret in most families if you look deep enough. Must be the human condition. Human nature doesn’t change much. 😀
Glad you got the ‘picture.’ Thanks so much for reading and commenting as you do. I’m more appreciative of your support than you know. ❤ ❤ ❤
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February 11, 2016 at 9:06 am
Complicated family! Amazing what digging into the past can turn up. The question is, would they have been better off not knowing? I like the dialogue-based writing, and the interaction between the two sisters. And I like how you lef that last line hanging. Brilliant stuff. 🙂
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February 11, 2016 at 9:35 pm
I think subtlety is not a bad thing in a story like this. It makes the reader work a bit and use her imagination. Good job!
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February 11, 2016 at 9:52 pm
Thank you, that’s what I had hoped. The majority of readers had no problem, which pleased me. ❤ ❤ ❤
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February 12, 2016 at 8:40 pm
Oh my Tess, what a story! What a conclusion. Loved it all the way through. Do tell, what a family secret.
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February 16, 2016 at 4:34 pm
Thank you, Val. The conclusion took me by surprise. Came out of no-where but I grabbed it. ❤ ❤ ❤
I thought it might sound convoluted.
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February 14, 2016 at 1:58 am
Loved the sister interaction. Loved it! Great 3rd part
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February 16, 2016 at 4:34 pm
Thank you Lucy. Sure nothing like any of my sisters and me. 😀 😀
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February 14, 2016 at 10:31 pm
I like the last trailed-off sentence! Great story, love the writing style you used for it. It’s surprising what secrets can be dug up. 🙂
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February 16, 2016 at 4:37 pm
Thank YOU. I’ve often wondered what it would be like to find ancient or family secrets when there’s no one to corroborate
anything. ❤
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February 15, 2016 at 4:18 am
Shocker! haha I enjoyed seeing this unfold. Sordid family affairs! 😛
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February 16, 2016 at 4:41 pm
I sure don’t know if I would want to know dirt about my family. Let sleeping dogs lie, I say.
Thank you. You kind comments has done me good. ❤ ❤ ❤
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February 16, 2016 at 4:45 pm
The past should stay in the past? 😉
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February 16, 2016 at 6:25 pm
😀 😀 Works for me unless it’s something interesting, not hurtful. 😀
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February 16, 2016 at 6:31 pm
🙂
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